Page 37 of Heart of Fire
Rurik’s lips parted, and his gaze became distant. It felt so, so good. But there was somethingelsethat beckoned and she couldn’t quite understand what it was, or how to getthere.
“You told me you didn’t intend to lie with me,” he growled, his lips curling back off his teeth. Utterly primitive expressions crossed his face. “Have you changed your mind? Or do you just want a littlemore?”
“I want....” She stalled there. And his body hovered over hers, his cock pressing with heated possession againsther.
But he didn’t make a single move, and it hurt to deny herself, andoh,God....
Those golden eyes darkened as if he understood what she wanted when she herself didn’t. “Do you trustme?”
That was a dangerous question. Freyja’s mind raced. “Yes.” Barely awhisper.
“Good.” He claimed her mouth in another heated kiss, even as his hands slid down her arms, setting herfree.
Freyja’s hands tangled in his golden hair. His found the laces on her dress. Suddenly she knew what he intended, and her eyes shot wide, even as his lips traced their way down herthroat.
“Let me please you,” he whispered, nuzzling aside her neckline. Sharp teeth nipped at the curve of her breast, and then he traced the sensitive area with histongue.
Pleasure threatened to claim her. Freyja rolled her head to the side.Yes. Yes. “More,” shebreathed.
The rasp of his stubble grazed her sensitive breasts as Rurik rocked his hips against her. Somehow the steely length of his erection met the seat of her pleasure, and he rode over that delicate part of her, nearly sending her wild with need. Tugging her neckline open, he claimed her aching nipple with his hot mouth, and it was all she could do to stifle the cry that sprang from herlips.
“That’s it,ati me peta libbu,” he whispered. Teeth scraped her nipple, and then he was licking her there, that talented tongue driving every last thought out of herhead.
All that remained was a creature of pleasure. She could feel the storm building within her, whipped to greater heights by that teasing tongue and the mocking rock of hiships.
Clasping her hips, Rurik slid his hand under the lengths of her skirt. The material rode up her thighs, leaving her in her drawers and stockings. Freyja wrapped her legs around his hips, even as his questing hand trailed between her thighs. Gentle fingers stroked her damp drawers, and a shudder went through her. Nobody had ever touched her there. Only herself, and she’d shied away from exploring toofar.
This... this was like lightning coiling all the way throughher.
Freyja cupped his face. Rurik stared down at her, lazy-lidded and curious, as if he wanted to see every single expression that crossed herface.
“Do you like that?” he whispered, as if his fingers hadn’t just worked between the slit in her drawers and finally found her, damp andtrembling.
“Oh.” Her mouth fell open on a gasp as one finger stroked her in her most private place. Rurik traced tiny little circles there, seeming to find the secret heart of her, the place that seemed mostsensitive.
“What are youdoing?” sheblurted.
“Want to ride the storm, Freyja?” He kissed the side of her jaw, his face nuzzling against hers, even as his fingers worked her with slow and patientcircles.
Almost there. Freyja’s eyes shot wide, and her fingernails turned into claws in the soft skin of his shoulders. There. Yes. Almost.Almost.
Sheshattered.
Her entire body clenched on a wave of pleasure, and somehow she threw her head back, crying out in soft abandon as Rurik pushed her over the edge. This time the lightning wasn’t in the sky. She felt like a bolt of it struck her, and flash-burned all her nerves. Exquisite. Breathless. The fiercest ache she’d everfelt....
Then it was over, and she was collapsing into a gasping mess in his arms, her heart thundering in herchest.
“That’s it,” Rurik whispered, still tracing his fingers through the slick folds between her thighs. “That’s it, my fierce, preciousFreyja.”
Somehow her mind caught up with what he was doing. She buried her burning face in his throat, her body quivering with aftershock. She couldn’t take any more. Freyja shook her head and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away from her. Another shiver worked its way through her. So intense. She felt like the earth itself when something monumental shifted beneath theground.
And maybe something monumentalhadshifted....
Rurik kissed her temples, then her closed eyes, then her nose. Somehow he found her mouth, and this kiss was another gentle one, as if he tried to calm her flightyheart.
Too late. She would never be the sameagain.
“More,” Freyja whispered, tilting her face to present her throat tohim.
