Page 55 of Heart of Fire
There was no denying him, nor herself. She didn’t want to. She wanted to drink down this memory, to give herself something to sustain her in future days. One night with the man who made her heart leap in herchest.
“Am I winning the argument, Freyja?” he whisper-laughed against herlips.
Damn him. She curled her nails in his shoulder, and a soft groan escaped him. Freyja’s fingers flexed as thought raced. Maybe there was more than one way to besthim?
“I offer you this one night,” she managed to say as his mouth brushed hersagain.
Rurik’s lips stilled, tension coiling through his shoulders. “I want all ofthem.”
“We don’t always get what we want.” Some lick of anger stirred in her, and he drew back, hands fisted in the sheets beside her head, his eyesglowingwith that strangelight.
Freyja waited for him to deny her or demand more. Instead, a slow, wicked smile curled over hislips.
“Stubborn,” he whispered, dropping his head to kiss her throat. His lips burned and Freyja writhed helplessly, a shiver running across her skin. “You throw challenges at me as if they were curses. Haven’t you learned? There is no better way to capture my interest than to challengeme.”
“I wasn’t challenging you. I was setting the rules.” She gasped as his wet tongue dipped into the hollow of herclavicle.
“I don’t like your rules.” As if to prove the point, his teeth dug into the tender skin of her shoulder. Shifting his weight to one side, he slid his roughened hand over the soft wool of her dress. Tracing her hips, her bottom. He thrust into the vee of her thighs, his cock riding over the wool. “There are no rules, Freyja. Not in this. You are mine. I’m not letting you gonow.”
She caught his shoulder, her breath catching as he rubbed against her. “You don’t have achoice.”
“No?” Rurik’s lip curled back in a hiss as he lifted his head. “We’ll see. Now you have thedrekito pay, my love. And he is much more dangerous than yourdevil.”
Another kiss captured the protest on her lips. A kiss full of possession and ruthlessness, a kiss to drown in. It told her more than words precisely what was going through his mind. He staked his claim on her mouth, his tongue thrusting past her lips even as his hips slid against hers again. Somehow his hand slid down her leg, drawing her knee up so that he settled deep between her thighs. The position made her gasp, but there was no escapinghim.
Even if she’d wantedto.
Freyja’s fingers curled in the heated skin of his shoulders, her nails flexing against the heavy slabs of muscle. One night she would give him, and she would take everything he had to offer her. She began to kiss him back. Sweet goddess, why had she everresisted?
“That’s it,” he whispered, locking her ankles behind his bottom. Her skirts bunched between them, and she could feel the rasp of the fine hairs on his legs against her inner thighs. “Kiss me, Freyja.” His voice dropped into a series of words she didn’t understand, yet somehow her body did. The whisper curled in her abdomen, pulling at her, wetting her, making herache.
She rocked against him, hands sliding up his nape and locking in his hair. This time her mouth met his, cutting off those foreign words. Her tongue darted against his. The taste of him was as smoky as his scent. And by the gods, it felt good. So, sogood.
Rurik growled deep in his throat as he caught her wrists and pinned her to the bed. He nipped at her lip. “You steal my intent,” he rasped, “and make me forget to take thisslowly.”
“I don’t want slow.” A gasp stole from her lips. His erection slid against her inner thigh. “I want you to make mefeel....”
She needed to surrender to the storm building between them. Every inch of her body ached inunfulfillment.
Rurik’s gaze half shuttered. He lowered his head and bit the fleshy lobe of her ear. “But you forget,” his whisper trailed down her throat, “that you are not in controlhere.”
Pinned beneath him, her body spread in surrender, Freyja narrowed her eyes. “I could be.” She slid the soles of her feet down the backs of his thighs, rubbing her hips against him right where it ached thefiercest.
And she felt the response shudder through him, his gasp wetting her skin. “Vixen.” Rurik bit her chin, her lower lip, lifting his hips away from her. “It appears I shall have to take a firmer hand withyou.”
Freyja’s nipples hardened. “What does thatmean?”
Rurik dragged the woolen blindfold up and tossed it on the bed beside her. Kneeling over her, he smiled darkly. “You’re wearing far too manyclothes.”
Freyja rocked onto her elbows, eyeing the blindfold. “What did youmean?”
But Rurik urged her over onto her hands and knees, kissing the back of her neck and trailing his lips over the sensitive skin there as she straightened. A shiver of pure need lanced through her. He tugged at the buttons that ran down between her breasts, popping each free of its loop. The black wool sagged over her shoulders and he tugged it down to her hips, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of hershoulder.
Freyja lost herself in the sensation of his mouth. Rurik yanked the dress over her bottom and out from under her knees. Freyja shivered, practically naked. Suddenly a sense of shyness swept overher.
“And this,” he murmured, starting to slide her chemiseup.
Freyja flinched as the worn fabric slid over bare bottom, her cheeks heating. “Rurik—”
