Page 89 of Ironling
“Don’t you prefer more meat?” she asked.
“Yes, but I’m not feeding myself.”
He wouldn’t hear her protests, nor of leaving again to find himself more. He only ate what she didn’t, finishing off the tureen of pea soup and hunk of bread and platter of spiced carrots and beets.
She listened happily as he told her of his day, turning away maids looking for her as he and Fearghas prepared a large order from Captain Aodhan for new spearpoints. Brenna would no doubt have her suspicions but smoothing them over could wait for tomorrow.
As their meal settled, Hakon took up a comb and brushed her hair. Aislinn sat still, too amazed to contribute much to the conversation. Only Fia and sometimes Brenna brushed out her hair in the evenings. Having a man do it, having Hakon do it, was…divine.
Her lids slipped closed as she soaked up the care and comfort, the comb rasping pleasantly on her scalp. She fell into something of a trance listening to his deep baritone, surrounded by his warmth and scent.
She’d relaxed, almost gone boneless when she heard the comb being set down. His lips tickled at her ear, and flames licked through her body when he whispered, “Are you ready?”
Without opening her eyes, Aislinn leaned back into him, her head falling onto his shoulder. She reached an arm back to bury her fingers in his hair.
Aislinn hummed in pleasure. “And what does my captor intend to do with me?”
“Anything he wants.” Hot kisses fell along the curve from her neck to shoulder. “It’s not every day he has a beautiful lady caught in his arms.”
His hands came to clasp her upper arms, and he began to slide the sleeves from her shoulders.
“First, I want you naked.”
The kirtle fell away from her chest, exposing her breasts to his waiting, greedy hands. He filled his palms with them, plumping the soft flesh to tease the callused pads of his thumbs over her nipples.
Aislinn arched against him, her grip tightening in his hair.
“And second?” she asked breathlessly.
“Second—” Without warning, he whirled her around to face him and took handfuls of her kirtle, pulling it down until it pooled at her feet. “I want to fuck you all night long.”
Aislinn choked on her gasp, reeling with delight as she was picked up by the waist and set back on the bed. She bounced amongst the blankets, biting back her giggling.
He quickly took her breath away, pulling his tunic over his head and unlacing his trou. He threw his clothing aside without dropping her gaze, his eyes intense as he watched her watch him take his cock in hand and pump once, twice.
She shuddered with lust, her legs falling open in welcome. “Do you intend to finally make good on your many, many promises?”
“Very good,” he rumbled.
Aislinn nearly quivered to see the animalistic way he stalked toward her. The power of him, the strength suspended above her, sent a wicked thrill through her that had her cunt clenching with desire. Fates, she needed him badly. More than she needed him the night before.
She suspected she’d need him even more tomorrow.
He loomed above her, and for a moment, he kept her indelicious suspense, that hot gaze devouring her from head to toe. Finally, his hands came up to grip her knees. He pushed her even wider, opening her to him, and she shivered at the cool air whispering against her weeping cunt.
With deliberate movements, he got on his knees and lowered his mouth to exactly where she needed him. Aislinn watched on, holding her breath, not sure if she could bear to feel his hot mouth and teasing tongue there or if she could survive another moment without it.
Keeping her gaze captive with his, he spread her with his fingers and lapped at her with the flat of his tongue. Nearly arching off the bed, Aislinn saw stars, body quaking as his mouth began to move. His lips nipped and teased, his tongue coming after to soothe.
He lavished everywhere but her clitoris with attention, tasting and suckling until she whined and throbbed. Raking her fingers through his hair, she tried to pull him closer, to where sheneededhim, but he only smiled against her slick flesh and pressed lazy kisses to her inner thighs.
Aislinn didn’t know how long he kept her there, on the edge of the bed and knife’s blade of oblivion. His tongue speared inside her, making her cry out, filling the room with her sobs and pleas for release. He took no mercy on her, swirling that wicked tongue and running a finger teasingly along the edge of her mons.
“Hakon—!”
Gripping her thighs, his mouth finally fell on her clitoris. He wrapped his tongue around it and nearly felled her with a single pull.
Aislinn’s hips rolled, but she found no relief. Her cunt clenched around nothing, and she growled at him with desperation.
