Page 65 of Must Love Scones and Secrets
His smile turned tender. “Maybe it’s just love.”
We kissed again, this time more urgently. Working quickly, we removed the rest of our clothing. Soon, Bjorn’s hands wereroving my now-bare skin. I felt that familiar rush of warmth spreading through me, my body responding to his touch.
Just as in the cabin, my skin took on a soft pink glow, shimmering more intensely as his hands explored my body. Bjorn’s runes flared bright blue in response, the patterns spreading further across his skin. Where our bodies touched, the colors merged into a stunning purple that bathed the room in otherworldly light.
Bjorn lay me gently on the bed, his eyes darkening as they roamed over me. “I’ve dreamed of having you like this again,” he whispered.
“Show me,” I urged, pulling him closer.
He kissed me deeply, then began a torturously slow journey down my body, his lips and tongue leaving trails of fire on my skin. I moaned in pleasure when he reached my breasts. He took his time, lavishing attention on each one until I was arching off the bed, desperate for more. The pink glow of my skin intensified where his mouth touched as if my magic was reaching for his.
“Bjorn,” I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Please.”
He glanced up, a wicked smile on his face that was so unlike his usual reserved demeanor it sent another wave of heat coursing through me. “Patience, my love. I plan to worship every inch of you.”
And he did, moving lower with deliberate slowness that had me writhing beneath him, my wings beating so fast they lifted my hips off the bed. When he finally settled between my thighs, the first touch of his tongue against the soft folds of my core nearly undid me completely.
I cried out, not caring who might hear. My hands gripped the sheets as the pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter with each delicious stroke of his tongue. The glow of my skin pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat, growing brighter as I approached the edge.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Bjorn slid his fingers inside me as his tongue continued its relentless assault. The dual sensation pushed me over the edge, my release washing over me in waves as I called out his name. The pink glow of my skin flashed, sending cascades of magical sparks into the air.
Before I’d fully recovered, Bjorn was moving up my body, his eyes blazing with need, his runes glowing so brightly they cast shadows on the walls.
“I need you,” he groaned, kissing my neck. “Now.”
“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He entered me in one smooth thrust, both of us gasping at the perfect fit of our bodies. For a moment, he remained still, his face pressed against my neck, our breaths mingling. The place where we joined glowed purple, our magics intertwining just as our bodies did.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.
“I love you too,” I replied, my hands sliding down his back to urge him closer.
He moved then, setting a rhythm that immediately made me climb toward another peak. Bjorn’s hands gripped my hips. His control was slipping, his thrusts becoming more urgent as his runes blazed brighter. I could feel the tension building in his body, matching my own rising pleasure.
“Rosalyn,” he gasped, his voice strained.
I clutched his shoulders. “I want to feel you, Bjorn. Give me all of you… Bjorn…”
He captured my mouth in a searing kiss as his movements became erratic. When his release finally came, he groaned my name against my lips, the sound pushing me over the edge for a second time.
The intensity of our combined climax sent a surge of magical energy through the room, making the small objects on mydresser rattle and the curtains billow as if caught in a sudden breeze.
As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, we lay together, our breathing ragged and our skin slick with sweat. Bjorn’s weight on top of me was comforting rather than crushing, and I held him close, not wanting to break our connection just yet.
“That was…” he began, then seemed at a loss for words.
“Magical?” I suggested with a breathless laugh.
He lifted his head to smile down at me, his eyes filled with such tenderness it made my heart ache. “Definitely magical.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle. “And just the beginning.”
Eventually, he rolled to the side but kept me tucked against him, his arm around me, my head on his chest where I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart.
“So,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “we have some planning to do. I should return to Frostfjord soon. I left rather…abruptly.”
“Abruptly?”
“Well… I left without telling anyone but my sister,” I said with a laugh. “But I did leave a note behind.”
