Page 56 of Heart of Fire
“Now this,” he purred, “isbetter.”
Lips traced the skin of her hip as he slid her chemise up her back. Freyja yelped as his teeth left a mark on the fleshy bottom. Then he was pushing the chemise over her head, tongue trailing up the indentation of herspine.
Blinded by the fabric, Freyja tried to fight her way free. His hair-roughened thighs pressed against hers, his cock dipping between her legs in a teasing movement that had her heart racing. Then she was free, and he was rolling her onto her back, one hand sliding up her throat to capture her jaw as he took her mouthfiercely.
Couldn’t think with him kissing her like that, thrusting against her, dragging her hands up above her head. Stealing her breath until her head spun and she was pinned beneath him, something tightening around one wrist… then theother.
Rurik levered off her just enough for Freyja to catch her breath, and then she realized she still couldn’t move. She tugged at her bound wrists, craning her head back to make sure that, yes, he had tied her to the bed, and now she was naked and lushly spread before him like his own personal banquet. “What are youdoing?”
“Taking my time.” That wicked, self-satisfied look was back. Then his gaze locked on her body, and Freyja went still at the hungry look in his eyes. “You are so perfect.” His hand skittered over her ribs as he knelt between herthighs.
Freyja squirmed as his gaze dropped to the thatch of blonde hair between her legs. No man had ever seen her likethis.
“I could just eat you all up,” he purred, leaning over her, kissing her breasts, his teeth rasping over her nipples. “After all, is that not what you claimed thatdrekido? Devour innocent young maidens....” His breath stirred against herskin.
Suddenly it was all Freyja could do to stay still. “Please—oh, gods, oh!” How could a woman think like this? With his hands and mouth all over her, stroking her ribs, up under her breasts, plumping them up for the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirled teasing circles around each nipple, suckling them, making the achefiercer.
The pressure in her body almost hurt. She could feel it building, a storm within. One of his palms pressed against her lower abdomen, as if sensing the powerthere.
“Yes,” he whispered, and heat slid from his hand, sinking down into the molten core ofher.
Then those lips were trailing lower, his tongue darting into her navel. Freyja’s eyes went wide.He wasn’t—?Another kiss lower, as he nuzzled into the blonde hair between her thighs, sent a thrill of shock through her.He was. Suddenly she understood all the “devouring her”references.
“Rurik!” His name stole from her lips in a gasp as those broad shoulders nudged her thighs wider. Freyja craned her neck, unable to look away. His honey-gold hair fell across her pale stomach, and then he glanced up with one last smoldering smile, before he lowered his face and lickedher.
There.
Volcanic heat sent a rush of power flooding through her body. Freyja’s spine arched at the lance of sensation, her feet digging into the bed. She couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. Sweet goddess, but what was he doing to her? “Oh, myGod!”
The wet lash of his tongue left her with nowhere to hide. He nuzzled her, suckling the small bud between her thighs gently, until she could do little more than pant helplessly, straining at the woolen tie around herwrists.
“Am I winning the argument now, Freyja?” hepurred.
“What...argument...?”
A laugh, and then Rurik tongued herdeeply.
Suddenly it became too much for her. She felt like she stood in the heart of a maelstrom, or as if her own lightning had struck her body. Freyja screamed, hips jerking beneath his tender ministrations as Rurik licked her with slow, purposeful intent, absorbing each and every aftershock until she felt wrungdry.
She didn’t know if she could stand it any longer. Freyja gasped. “Please. Please... Ican’t....”
Then he was kissing his way up her smooth abdomen, while she shivered, her inner muscles clenching. Freyja realized the room around her trembled, and Rurik glanced up, then looked at her with a slightfrown.
She could barely think, but something about his expression managed to penetrate the fogged state of bliss she existed in. “What’swrong?”
“You shouldn’t be able to affect this place.” Capturing her face in both hands, he rested between her thighs, the heaviness of his body so abruptly intimate that she sucked in a sharp breath. “What are you?” he whispered, and not for the firsttime.
“I don’tknow.”
“I will findout.”
“Good. Then maybe you can tellme?”
Freyja swallowed, glancing down between them. His skin rubbed against hers, hairs rasping between her slick thighs. She couldn’t even contemplate what he’d just done to her. It seemed... indecent. Shocking. Wonderfully wicked. And she wantedmore.
“I would love to know what you’re thinking rightnow.”
Not quite a question from her mightydreki, yet nor was it a command. Freyja kissed his mouth gently. “Untie me.Please.”
