Page 87 of A Darkness So Sweet

Oh. Fuck.

He returned to doing just that, tonguing with her a ferocity that had every muscle in her body tensing. What did he mean she’d like it better if he had more piercings? What would that even feel like?

But then she focused on the single ball sliding around her clit, and it was almost all too easy to imagine more metal on his tongue sliding against her, rubbing, smooth and hot and...

She shattered. Unexpectedly. Suddenly. All at once in a rush of pleasure that was all too consuming.

She rocked against his mouth, seeking more friction from his tongue so that this feeling wouldn’t disappear. She wanted to chase it a little longer. She needed to feel him just a bit more.

And he didn’t complain. If anything, he only groaned louder as she released that mushroom and instead let her hands fall behind herself to brace her weight against his abs. It gave her a different angle to grind against his mouth.

When she finally could breathe again, she looked over her shoulder to stare down at his bobbing cock. It really was intense to look at, but now she wanted nothing more than to see if she could fit the whole damn thing inside of her.

“Easy,” he muttered. “We’ll get it all in you this time, fire hair.”

He rolled with her, looming above her for a moment and pressing his lips to hers. He tasted like her, she realized. Earthy and warm, until he broke free from the kiss and made her turn. “Hands and knees.”

Hands and knees?

She supposed she could do that. But the moment she was in the position he wanted, her arms started to shake. Because the head of him pressed against her core, and she couldn’t focus even on bracing herself upright. He was sobig, somuch, so...

She groaned as he sank inside of her. Easier this time. Though there was still the pinch of pain, it wasn’t like the last time. In fact, the burn felt good as he pushed a bar deep, two bars in, more and more until she was crying out.

“Stop?” he asked, his voice a little breathless.

Frantically shaking her head, she sank her fingers into the moss. “More, more, Ragnar. Please.”

“Such a pretty plea.”

Then he gave her more. With each thrust, more bars fit into her. Scraping along her insides in little lightning bolts of pleasure. Five, six...

She held her breath. Ragnar let out an angry sounding groan and the last two bars slid into her. They moved so beautifully, so intensely, and all her thoughts were obliterated as his hips pressed flush with her bottom.

They both froze, breathing hard. She tried to think about anything other than how full she was, but then hemoved.

It was like he’d set her body on fire. Something happened when he was inside of her like this. The pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming need that sparked with every glide in and out. Every movement. Every snap of his hips that was followed by the cracking sound of him slapping into her, turning her mind to mush.

“More,” she whispered, falling onto her forearms. “More, Ragnar.”

And he gave her more.

Ragnar wrapped her hair around his wrist, tugging her head back so he could arch over her and bite her shoulder like he had before. “Beg for me, fire hair.”

“Please,” she whimpered, the sound throaty and breathless.

He pounded into her until there was nothing but the endless search for pleasure. Nothing but him and her and the ache that built inside of her until it was too much, yet again.

Would it always be like this? Would she come so hard with him inside of her that the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something she didn’t recognize?

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The heat inside of her turned blistering even as she felt him stiffen. His cock jumped, and he sank as deep as he could just as she came around him in a clenching wave. They both hissed out long noises of pleasure as they came together so powerfully she wasn’t sure she would ever put herself back together.

Breathing hard, she let him roll her into his arms. Still inside of her, he spooned against her back, holding her to his chest as he rained a thousand kisses upon her shoulders, back, and neck.

She’d needed to forget about everything. And he’d damn well delivered.

ChapterThirty-Six

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