Page 123 of Ironling
Even if it meant stealing her away. He wouldn’t let her burdens pile one atop the other until she buckled. If she wouldn’t let him help her here, he would take matters into his own hands, for she was all that mattered. Her life, her safety. She may hate him for it, but she would be free.
With a sigh, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Can you take my mind off everything, at least for a night?”
He knew what she asked, and he couldn’t stop the disappointment.Ask more of me,he wanted to demand.Take what’s yours.
Hakon would make her understand. But for now, this he could easily give.
He took her lips in a claiming kiss, one that was not fast but not slow. He coaxed, he tempted, his hands running up her legsto tug her to her feet.
He spun her round to untie the laces of her stays. Her gown loosened, and he couldn’t resist dropping kisses on the curve of her neck and shoulder as the fabric fell away. She tilted her head, giving him more access, and he trailed kisses up her neck to her ear, where he murmured, “I will give you everything,vinya.All you have to do is ask.”
She shuddered under his hands, and he made quick work of the rest of her garments. When she stood naked before him, he had to stop and run his hands along the curves of her waist, feeling her perfection for himself.
Fates, she was too beautiful for words.
Her eyes were still damp, her expression so vulnerable it nearly broke him. He couldn’t fall on her like the beast he felt like, not tonight.
Taking a step back, he toed off his boots and began pulling off his own layers as she turned down the bed.
He came for her again naked and didn’t miss the almost shy way she looked him up and down. It’d been too long since he felt her skin against his, and he hissed with pleasure when she fitted herself against him.
He ran his hands along her back in light caresses, gentling himself for her.
When she would’ve climbed into the bed, he stopped her. She looked on with surprise as he laid himself on his back, cock bobbing against his belly in anticipation. But that would have to wait.
“Hold onto the headboard.”
Her brows arched. She climbed in after him, throwing her leg over his waist to straddle him. He filled his hands with her backside and pulled her up his body.
“I want you on my tongue,vinya.Let me taste you.”
A shuddering breath escaped her, and she stared at him amoment longer, as if to confirm that he was serious. He held her gaze as she slowly crawled her way up his body, hands kneading at her flanks. Her spun-gold hair fell around him in a sweet curtain as her face hovered above his.
When she bent for a kiss, he gave her a quick one before swatting her backside. “Other lips.”
She gasped at his vulgarity before finally straightening. Hands on the headboard for balance, she placed her knees on either side of his head.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down to him. A hungry growl rumbled in his chest as her scent overwhelmed him. He could feel her heat on his lips and he hadn’t even begun.
Smiling, he captured her gaze, relishing how she trembled with anticipation, her hair hanging about her face as she watched him.
He started with a swipe of his tongue from cunt to clitoris.
Aislinn gasped, nearly sitting upright, but he pinned her with his arms. His purr buzzed on his lips as he closed them around her clitoris, making her jerk, but he held her again, forcing her to take all he meant to give.
Hakon feasted.
His mouth moved in greedy strokes and slurps on her cunt, sucking and nipping at her as he gulped down her slick. She tasted primal, like spring rain and fresh earth and lightning strikes. He bathed himself in her, tongue flicking and circling and spearing inside to drink from the source.
Her middle quaked and her arms shook with the effort of holding herself up, but Hakon wouldn’t relent. He gorged himself on her cunt, his hunger growing with every stroke of his tongue. His cock leaked spend along his belly, his bollocks pulsing with need, but he was too enamored of her to stop.
She filled her fist with his hair and tugged, urging him on. Hepurred loudly in pleasure, praising her with the noise and setting it against her clitoris.
Take your pleasure, take what’s yours.
“Hakon—!” she gasped.
Her back arched, glorious hair thrown back as she came. The tendons of her neck stood out starkly against her throat, her mouth opening wide around a silent scream. Her hips rocked against his face until he was raw, chasing down every shred of pleasure, and it wasglorious.
