Page 82 of Ironling
“Fates, yes,” he groaned, “but if you touch me there now, I’ll flip you on your front and rut you through the bed.”
A choked sound escaped her. “What’s wrong with that?”
Hakon sucked in a breath. Fates, she’d kill him with those big, luminous, hungry eyes.
He had to do this right—savor. There was every chance this would be his only chance; he trusted her when she said she was sure this was what she wanted, at least for the night, but only time would tell if he could woo her back again. His last rational thread of thought knew he had to make memories to last him.
Still, he couldn’t help promising, “Next time, love.”
That pout lingered another moment before her brows arched and she stepped forward into him. Fates, if he adored her pout, he fuckinglovedher flirtatious smile. Running her hands up and down his chest and shoulders, she captured his desperate cock between them.
The fine fabric of her dressing gown rasped in a silky glide against the underside, and Hakon couldn’t help another hiss of ardent agony. Filling his hands with that dressing gown, he kneaded it, feeling how her warm flesh gave beneath his fingers.
A low, pleasured hum deep in her throat nearly sent him wild.
Sucking in another breath for strength, Hakon set her back from him a step, earning him another pout. It was his turn to smile smugly at her as his fingers made quick work of the knot at her waist holding the dressing gown closed.
The red fabric slid off her shoulders in a cascade, and he hung it from a bed post. The lantern light rendered the white of her nightgown nearly transparent. His mouth ran dry to see the shadowy contours of her, the thick thighs and rounded hips and feminine swell of her lower belly. Her heavy breasts pushed against the neckline, her nipples puckering against the fabric, begging for his attentions.
Bending down onto a knee, Hakon caught the hem in his hand and began to pull it up over her legs. He watched her face, even as he desperately wanted to behold every precious inch of skin he revealed, to ensure she didn’t want him to stop.
She was only about a head taller than him like that, and he had no trouble drawing the nightgown up to her hip. Biting her lip, she looked at him with nothing but desire and excitement. All he could ever want.
Heart nearly beating out of his chest, Hakon lifted the nightgown up her middle. Aislinn raised her arms, and then her nightgown was free and cast onto the trunk.
She stood bare before him, incandescent and far more beautiful than he’d ever dreamed. Wasn’t that what she’d said at the wedding—a groom should be worried about fainting from the beauty of his bride?
He did feel lightheaded as he leaned back on his other leg so he could look his fill.
With her soft golden waves falling down her back, he had an unobstructed view of her perfection. Her strong arms were lithe and golden from the sun, and her collarbones two graceful wings just below her throat. A few freckles dotted her chest, andher perfect breasts sat teasing him with their large pink nipples. Her waist nipped in before flaring in wide hips. A neat patch of hair hid her mons just below the slight curve of her belly. Her thighs were perfect handfuls, her calves shapely, and her ankles strangely precious.
It was some moments before he realized he gawped at her as she stood there, and he knew from how she tried not to sway or fidget that it was an effort to stay still and let him look.
“Oh,vinya,” he rumbled, filling his hands with her hips and drawing her to him, “you are perfection.”
Her smile was shy, not the same pout or sass from before, but he would take it. Soon, they’d know each other in every way. It was his purpose in life, his duty and his pleasure, to learn her and everything she liked. Always.
Hakon pressed leisurely kisses to her belly, catching hints of her pleasure scent. It was there, thank the gods, but he needed her to drown him in it. His thumbs played across her hipbones as he kissed up her body, to her sternum, then nipped the warm undersides of her breasts.
With a moan, he buried his face between her breasts, breathing heavily of her scent. Perfect, she smelled so perfect. She smelled like home. Like his.
Mate.
Nothing would ever smell or feel or taste better than her. Nothing.
Her little gasp puffed against his forehead when he banded his arms around her and stood, taking her up with him. In a moment, he had the blankets and furs flung back and Aislinn laid out in the middle.
She wiggled a little, running her hands over the blankets and sheets, and Hakon rumbled with pleasure at the sight. This was where she belonged, in his bed, beside him.
Hakon swung himself over her, keeping his weight on hishands and knees. His cock kicked against his belly to behold her under him, how she smiled in welcome and carded her fingers through the hair on his chest.
The sight did give him pause, though. She was so much smaller than him. He’d always known this, but somehow, with her laying there beneath him, he acutely understood how he could crush her in carelessness.
Never. Never hurt her, only please.
That was his intent, but this first time, slow. He had to go slow.
No matter what the beast, or the vixen, said.
