Page 90 of Ironling
He bared his small tusks at her in return. “I need you at leasthalf as desperate for me as I am for you.”
She opened her mouth to retort, but then she was on her front, her legs being spread wide and her knees pushed up under her.
“Yesyesyes,” she sang when his cockhead teased her entrance.
His great chest seared her back when he fell over her. Caged by his bulging arms, Aislinn did everything she could to push her hips back to meet his.
“Once I start, I won’t stop.” The words fell hotly against her ear.
“Good,” she growled, setting her teeth in the meat of his forearm.
With a rumbling growl, he breached her. Aislinn’s mouth fell open around a moan of agonizing pleasure. Her arms gave out, dropping her front to the bed, and Hakon’s cock slid home in one thrust.
Stretched wide, full to the brim, pinned beneath him, Aislinn could only lay there. Her ears rang, her mind struggled to form a thought other than—more, move, please!
Her hips twitched and then pushed back as much as she could. It was less than an inch perhaps, but it was more than enough.
A growl buzzed in her ear, and then one of his hands was holding both of hers in front of her, stretching her torso, while the other delved beneath them to find her clitoris. That merciless finger ran circles around the sensitive flesh with every thrust, drowning her in sensation.
She didn’t know where to focus or what to think. Reduced to only movement, she could do nothing but receive his brutal lovemaking.
His cock pistoned inside her, his hips crashing against her in a maelstrom. Slick dripped onto the bed between them and soaked his hand, his fingers sliding through her folds ina frenetic rhythm. He reached inside her with every stroke, emptying her of all that came before. She cried out when he retreated, only to cry out in ecstasy with his return.
She didn’t know how many times she climaxed or if she ever stopped. She lost time, she lost all sense. Her body was a single exposed nerve, surrounded by Hakon. He bore down on her, unrelenting, unforgiving.
He bit the blankets beside her as he filled her with spend, the hot ropes burning her from the inside out. Aislinn shuddered, and his arms closed around her tight. His hips lost their rhythm, and as he snarled with release, she thought she finally understood what it meant to be rutted.
She had no idea, though.
For it was only a moment later that he reared up and rolled her onto her back. His cock glistened with their fluids and dripped with spend, and although it’d gone a bit soft, he wasted no time spreading her legs and burying himself to the hilt.
Aislinn gasped, flesh oversensitive and overwhelmed. When he lowered himself to her, she grabbed him in her arms, their mouths seeking and desperate. Their tongues mimicked the rhythm of their hips, slick and smacking.
It wasn’t long before Aislinn found release again, her pleasure bordering on pain as her muscles clenched greedily around his cock. Her body never wanted to give him up, never wanted to let go. She wrapped arms and legs around him, refusing to part.
She’d hardly caught her breath before he rolled both of them this time, putting her above him. Still buried inside her, he guided her hips with those big hands to find a rhythm. Aislinn could hardly hold herself up, but she splayed her hands across that glorious chest and moved, chasing down another searing climax.
He had a little mercy on her near midnight, ensuring she ate and drank. But when she expected to be taken into his armsand fall asleep again listening to his heartbeat, she was instead pulled down the bed and her legs thrown over his shoulder. Her mouth opened wide around a silent scream, her throat already sore from her cries and moans.
His cock sank inside, and he told her in a rumbling growl to play with her breasts. She did mindlessly, her limbs boneless, her breasts overstimulated. He watched her avariciously, thrusting harder whenever she kneaded or played with herself.
The sight of him watching her somehow drew another climax out of her. She didn’t think it possible, nor the next one or the next. He wrung pleasure out of her she didn’t think herself capable of. The night sank into the wee hours and still he was hungry for her.
It wasn’t until the gray light of predawn filtered through the small window that he relented. Aislinn fell exhausted into the blankets and let him arrange her how he wanted, spread over him like another blanket.
A tender kiss was pressed into her forehead before she fell into the deepest sleep of her life.
My mate. My beautiful, perfect mate,echoed in her dreams.
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Hakon offered his hand to Aislinn, helping her use the blocks the stonemasons had brought as steps. She gave him a grin of gratitude, but the true gift was, with her back turned to the gathered crowd of guilders, the flash of trepidation across her face.
She trusted him with her fears, and Hakon would do the utmost to vanquish every one.
He clasped her hand and nodded, stepping back when she turned to face the guilders.
My brave mate.
