Page 37 of Must Love Scones and Secrets
Bjorn looked up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Show me.”
With a surge of confidence, I lay him gently on the bed. Straddling him, I let my wings work just enough to hover above him, my core brushing tantalizingly against the obvious bulge in his trousers.
“These need to go,” I said, tugging at the fabric.
Bjorn lifted his hips, helping me slide the garment down his powerful thighs and off entirely. When he was fully nude before me, I couldn’t help but stare appreciatively. He was magnificently built, all muscle and strength, and his arousal stood proud between us.
“Rosalyn,” he said softly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He reached out and gently stroked my breasts, his fingers gently playing with my nipples. He paused and met my gaze. “You wantme? Are you certain?”
“Yes.Verycertain,” I reassured him, lowering myself to press a searing kiss to his lips.
I trailed kisses down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my touch. When I reached his navel, I looked up at him, making sure he was watching as I took his hard member in hand. His breath became quick.
“Rosalyn,” he groaned as I stroked him, his hands gripping the sheets.
“Yes?” I asked innocently, my wings keeping me hovering just above him.
“Please,” he whispered, his eyes pleading rather than commanding. “I need you. Please.” He reached for me, his touch tentative despite his apparent desire.
I smiled at his endearing shyness and floated up to meet his lips for another kiss.
His hands roamed my body, finding every sensitive spot like he’d known me for years. When his fingers slipped between my thighs, finding me already slick with desire, I moaned into his mouth.
“Rosalyn,” he whispered. “I want you.”
“Yes,” I groaned against his lips. “Yes.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Moving gently and with surprising strength, he lifted me as he stood from the bed, turning us so his back was against the cabin wall. My legs wrapped around his waist naturally, my wings fluttering to help support my weight.
“Is this okay?” he asked again, his eyes darkened with lust.
“Perfect. You’re perfect,” I assured him, already guiding him to my entrance.
When he pushed inside me, the stretch was exquisite, bordering on too much but exactly what I needed. I gasped, and a shimmering pink blush spread across my skin, starting at my chest and flowing outward like a blossoming flower.
“By the Nine Gods,” he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine, eyes wide with wonder at the transformation of my skin. “You’re so beautiful. You feel incredible.”
For a moment, neither of us moved, savoring the sensation of our bodies joined so intimately. Then, with a roll of my hips, I urged him into motion. Bjorn didn’t need further encouragement. He held me securely as he began to thrust, establishing a rhythm that had me seeing stars.
My wings worked instinctively, the magical glimmer from them bathing us both in a soft blue light that seemed to intensify where it met the glow of Bjorn’s runes. Our bodies were illuminated by magic that responded to our passion.
“Bjorn,” I moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there.”
He obeyed, holding my waist and helping bob me up and down, focusing his thrusts to make me cry out again and again. My hands on his shoulders, my wings working in tandem, I pumped hard, feeling my climax building.
“You’re so good,” I whispered. “You feel so amazing. Harder, Bjorn. I’m so close.”
He quickened his thrusts.
“Bjorn,” I cried out. “Oh, Bjorn.” Reaching my pinnacle, waves of pleasure crashed over me. Bjorn held me through it, his movements never faltering even as I clenched around him.
When I came back to myself, I found him watching me with an expression of awe, his own release clearly not far off. With a mischievous smile, I whispered, “Let’s go back to bed.”
Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he carried me back to the bed, lying down without breaking our connection. I braced my hands on his chest, my wings spreading wide as I moved above him.
Using my wings to control my movements, I lifted almost completely off him before sinking back down, setting a pacethat had us both panting. The glittering pink blush on my skin intensified, pulsing with each wave of pleasure. My wings glowed brighter too, beating faster and leaving trails of shimmering dust in the air around us. The look of wonder on Bjorn’s face was intoxicating. He’d clearly never experienced anything like this before, but truth be told, neither had I. It was magical. And for the first time, it truly felt like something beyond sex, something more, something…destined.
My wings beat faster as my pleasure built again, creating a vortex of magical energy around us. I tightened my inner muscles, squeezing him, and to my delight, the motion lifted us both several inches off the bed.
