Page 69 of Scornful

"I was so scared," I admit as he lays me back on the mattress. "When you were gone, I kept thinking, what if you didn't come back? What if?—"

"Shh," he soothes, trailing kisses down my neck. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

His mouth finds my breast through the lace of my bra, and I arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair.

He takes his time, worshipping every inch of me until I'm writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

His hands are merciless as they trace my curves, like he's memorizing every dip and valley of my body.

"Geirolf,please," I gasp as his hand slides between my thighs, finding me wet and ready through the thin fabric of my thong.

"So impatient," he teases, but his own control is fraying.

I can see it in the tension of his jaw, feel it in the tremor of his hands as he removes the last barriers between us.

When he finally sinks into me, we both groan at the sensation.

"I love you," I breathe as he moves within me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Gods, I love you so much."

His eyes lock with mine, intense and possessive. "Minn, princess" he murmurs. "Mine. Always."

The orgasm builds slowly, inevitably, each stroke of his hips against mine pushing me higher.

When I finally fall apart, it's with his name on my lips, nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He follows me over the edge, my name a growl in his throat as he buries himself deep.

After, we’re tangled up together, sweat cooling on our skin.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back as my head rests on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

The cabin is quiet except for our breathing and the distant sounds of animals in the forest outside.

"We really did it," I say softly. "Told my dad, made it official."

His chest rumbles with laughter. "You did it, princess. I just tried not to get shot."

I prop myself up on an elbow to look at him.

The last rays of sunlight stream through the window, highlighting the skull tattoo on his chest. "We're really doing this? You and me? No more hiding?"

His hand comes up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my cheekbone with surprising gentleness. "We're really doing this. You're mine, and I'm yours. Your father can either accept it or not, but it doesn't change anything between us."

The simple declaration fills me with warmth.

"Good." I settle back against his chest. "Because I'm not letting you go. Ever."

His arm tightens around me. "Wouldn't dream of it, princess."

As sleep starts to claim me, I can't help but smile.

We've cleared a major hurdle over these last few days.

My father knows, the club knows, and somehow we're still breathing. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together.

"Hey," Geirolf's voice rumbles beneath my ear. "I can’t believe you did that today."

I laugh, the sound muffled against his chest. "Probably could have been more diplomatic about it."

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