Page 77 of A Darkness So Sweet

Her entire existence zeroed into counting how many of those bars had fit inside of her. To the slick glide of him entering and exiting. To her body warping, changing, demanding that she take more of him, no matter how overwhelming it felt. No matter how much more there was. She could count to eight. She could make eight work.

But then he stopped six bars deep, sunk so far inside her that she’d forgotten how to breathe. He hadn’t, though. He leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, breathing with her as he held himself in place. “That’s as much as you can take, fire hair.”

“More,” she whimpered, grabbing onto his back and trying to convince him to go farther. The bite of pain was something she enjoyed. It feltgood, beyond good, like he had reached into her soul and stolen it.

His big hand smoothed down her hair, stopping at the back of her neck where he drew her forward for a soul stealing kiss. “No more today. Someday, you’ll take more. But today, that’s all you get.”

And then he drew back out and slammed back in.

She ceased to be. Even if that was all the cock she got, it was more than enough. He was so big, and she was so fucking full. So stuffed with every thrust in and out, pleasure and pain mingled together.

The thrusts only grew faster, stronger, so much so that she started moaning things that might have made no sense:desire, need, please don’t stop.Words that came from deep inside of her and she didn’t know where they came from.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, Maia.”

“I want to come,” she groaned.

“You can do better than that.”

And there it was. That wanton, wild creature she never would’ve believed lived inside of her. That woman grew claws and dug them into her very being. “I want to come around your fat cock, Ragnar. Please, please make me come.”

The sound of his pleasure at her words was almost enough to send her tumbling over that edge. The animalistic growl that echoed against her neck made everything in her tighten, tense. And then he was reaching between them. His thumb pressed against her oversensitive clit, rubbing in a circle just like she liked.

She tightened even more, impossibly more. His thrusts stuttered, forced to no longer pound inside of her because he couldn’t move, not with her clenched like that.

What was happening to her? She could feel the orgasm building and building, but why wasn’t it shattering? She’d go mad if it didn’t. Her fingers moved down her body as well, pausing at her belly. She couldfeelhim moving inside her, stretching her. Looking down at her stomach, she watched the bulge of him warping her skin, sliding inside her, out, because she’d stretched to take him that much.

It all shattered. Everything inside of her burst into an orgasm that was so much more than just coming. It unmade her, ruined her for anyone else other than the troll, who froze inside of her as well.

There it was. The groan that she’d wanted to hear. As she clenched and shuddered around him, he poured himself into her as his cock swelled even larger.

Sweaty, clinging to him with every ounce of her last bit of strength, she desperately tried to pull herself together. Even as he slid out of her, every single one of those bars making her sensitive body quake even more. Even as a gush of liquid slid down her thighs that were so weak she couldn’t have stood on her own.

If she’d known this was what it was like to be a troll wife, she would have agreed to do it a long time ago.

ChapterThirty-Two

RAGNAR

Ragnar carried her to a stream where he helped clean her up. She would obviously be a little worn out after that, but he feared he had been too rough. With careful hands, he made sure to hold the cold water between her legs for as long as she would let him, before she laughed and batted his hands away.

This was new to him, though. He wasn’t sure how to... be together. He wasn’t sure how to do any of this now that they’d done... all that.

His mind had fractured the moment he’d felt the warmth of her surrounding him. She had been so tight, so slick, so ready for him, even though he had worried. And when he’d felt the sensation of sliding into her with those bars on his cock?

Nothing would ever be the same again. He would never survive another coupling like that, because he was certain his heart would burst. But he also wouldn’t survive not doing it again. Even now, looking at her splashing through a stream of icy water, he wanted her again. More. Longer. Deeper.

She’d taken six bars, though, and he was shocked at that. She was so small compared to him, and yet she’d taken so much of him on the first try.

He’d have to research if there was a way to make it easier for her. Perhaps there was an herb to take, or a drink Ragnar could make her, something that would make it easier for her body to accept him.

Because even now, even while she was far from him, he could feel the pain in her. His magic rose to the surface of his skin, reaching for her even though she was insistent that she could wash herself. There was something off. Something...

She moved her skirts just enough for him to see a flash of pale skin and bright blood smeared between her thighs.

“You’re hurt,” he said, splashing through the stream to get to her side.

“I feel fine,” she replied with a short laugh. But then he saw her hesitate when she noticed the blood. “Oh, well, that’s... You’re rather large.”

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