Page 124 of Ironling
He held her up by the waist, feeling how her muscles shivered and contracted as she rode her peak. Fates, nothing compared to this. Not glory, not wealth. He could spend all his days just like this and be the happiest male who ever lived.
He felt the last of her pulsing orgasm with his tongue buried inside her.
Her arm dropped from the headboard, and she slumped back onto his chest.
Hakon lifted her to lay her out on the bed. The sight she made was a feast itself, and he indulged for a long while just devouring her with his gaze as he ran his hands up and down her quivering body.
Aislinn watched him with a small smile teasing at her lips, carding her fingers through his hair as he kissed up her body. She welcomed him into the cradle of her body, parting her thighs and reaching up to take his face in her hands, guiding it down to hers for a long, drugging kiss. The type of kiss that made a male forget his name and all vows of honor.
As his tongue tangled with hers, Hakon caught one of her hands and pulled it above her head. The other joined it, and he held hers in one of his. Pulling away from her kiss, he kept her gaze as he drew one of her legs around his hip.
“You’ve ruined me,vinya,” he said as he teased his cockhead against her entrance.
Aislinn moaned and arched in welcome.
He slid through her slick then inside with ease. Pushing inside her was like coming home, the hot give of her body so exquisite, it bordered on pain. It’d been too long since he’d had his mate, and sweat beaded down his spine with the effort it took not to shove inside and rut her mindlessly.
His control hung by a thread as he began to move, the sight of her laid out beneath him, hands above her head, breasts swaying in rhythm, pink cunt spread wide around him, nearly undid him.
What did was the way she looked at him, eyes gone soft and sultry, a smile teasing those plush lips. He wanted to kiss her everywhere every day in front of everyone. He wanted all to know she was his and he was hers. He wanted there to be no secrets, no distance, no obstacles. He needed her to be his with a savagery that stole his breath.
Nothing would stand in his way.
This brilliant, glorious female would be his in every way.
“Run away with me,” he rumbled. The words slipped out, but he felt no regret.
Choose me.
Those lips parted, and her cunt clenched around him so perfectly. Hakon growled, unable to withstand it any longer.
He fell upon her, claiming her mouth as his hips thrust her into the bed. Her nipples pressed into his chest, hard points against his pebbling skin. Her hips rolled to meet his, an insatiable pace that lacked rhythm or finesse. They chased down their pleasure together, desperate and wild.
Hakon’s crackled down his spine, and he burst.
He poured himself into his mate, his hopes and fears and desire. She writhed beneath him, meeting his every stroke, pulling everything from him and demanding more.
He gave it. He would always give her everything.
Bodies quaking, the tension snapped, and he was lost to thesearing pleasure.
The mate-bond sang, thrumming like a second heartbeat.
Hakon gasped, easing down into his mate’s arms as his body went lax. He kept most of his weight off of her, but the feeling of her beneath him, her body still trembling with aftershocks, was too wonderful.
He mumbled her name, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of her neck.
Her hand smoothed over his hair, and she turned her face to his ear.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
29
Hakon woke with an aching heart. Peeling an eye open, he squinted against the burgeoning daylight streaming into the bedchamber from the far wall of arched windows.
The bed was the most comfortable he’d ever slept in, the fabrics softer than any he’d ever felt.
He only cared about the sleeping form of his mate beside him, her back tucked to his front. She slept soundly, her face easy. None of her myriad of worries lined her face, and Hakon couldn’t help running his finger along her cheek and pushing her hair behind her ear for an unobstructed view.
