Page 121 of Storm of Desire
"I'm not sure... if this is torture," he gasped, hips thrusting helplessly in a quickeningrhythm.
Árdís broke the pressure with a wet popping sound, her hand fisting aroundhim.
"Wait for it. You denied me for days," she whispered, her lips wet with her own saliva, and the glistening trace of hisseed.
Swirling a tongue over the crown, she taunted him with lazy, lightening strokes, until he was on the verge ofbegging.
Those wicked eyes mocked him, as if she knew exactly what she was doing tohim.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he whispered, flexing up to slide a hand through her hair. Cupping the back of her head, he insisted sherise.
"I'm not doneyet."
"And I'm not started." Dragging her into his lap, he captured her mouth, stroking her clever tongue with hisown.
Haakon's hands slid under the curve of her ass, grinding her against him.Yes. Árdís slid her palms up the lean flanks of his hips, clearly reveling in the sensation of his heated skin. Her tongue twined with his, even as the backs of her knuckles skated over his quivering abdomen. Darting her hand back down between them, as if she could turn the tables on him oncemore.
"Enough," he growled, biting herlip.
"I have barelybegun."
"A pity you're not the one in charge, then." Capturing her behind the thighs, he picked her up, her skirts bunching between them, and shoved himself to his feet somewhat precariously. "Grab mytrousers."
Árdís's breath caught as she clung to his broad shoulders. She did as told, her eyes twinkling merrily as he strode toward the stand of birch trees for some more privacy, with half his ass hangingout.
"I think you enjoy playing the marauding Viking," she said. "You've turned positively heathen in someways."
He spilled her onto her back on the grass beneath the birches, pinning her to the ground, as his weight settled between her parted thighs. "HaveI?"
An intriguing gleam darkened her eyes. Haakon nipped at her lips, sliding her skirts up betweenthem.
He stoked his hand up her thigh, questing fingers finding her wet and swollen. "I think you like wreaking havoc uponme."
"Maybe." Árdíslaughed.
He would treasure the sight of her joy for the rest of hislife.
Gentle hands threaded through his hair as he kissed her again. It wasn't enough. He didn't want gentle. He wanted her to pull his hair as he drove into her, the heavy weight of his body pressing her into the ground. He wanted skin beneath his hands, and his mouth on her throat and breasts. He wanted insideher.
Now.
Árdís bit his lower lip, and Haakon responded with a low groan. The flex of his hips drove the burgeoning press of his erection against her belly.Yes. A sweet twist of feeling knotted inside him, and their mouths parted with a faint gasp on both theirbehalf.
"Sweet lord." Haakon exhaled, drawing back just a fraction to catch his breath. The dark need burning in her eyes made his cock clench. "Are youready?"
He didn't think he'd lastlong.
"For you?Always."
Haakon drove up into her, and she cried out as joy turned topleasure.
Hard fingers curled in his shoulders as he rode her, working into her in slow, hard pumps as he sought to find that particular spot she liked. Capturing her knee, he drove it up against his chest, and there.... There it was. He felt her shiver as the head of him brushed against that responsive little pad of sensation within her. When she threw her head back, he kept himself there, grinding his hips in slow circles. A lick of pure pleasure swept up his spine, and his balls tightened as she clenched around him. Couldn't hold it... muchlonger.
"Come for me," he breathed, cupping her breast and pushing her nipple free of the confines of her groan. Hot lips clamped down over it, and he suckled hard as Árdís screamed, her body pulsing withpleasure.
She raked her nails down his back, no longer hiding what she was. A hiss escaped her. "Mine," she whispered, tangling her fingers in hishair.
Mine. The word echoed in his ears. Threw him over the edge. He bucked into her, flooding her with his semen. Hard little thrusts that wrung every last ounce of pleasure fromhim.
