Page 80 of Storm of Desire
A shiver of violence and pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. A storm of his own making. Árdís cried out, her entire body tensing as he worked his fingers within her, delving and spreading the slickness there in small teasing circles. She wanted more. She wanted him to push her over the edge. But he always drew away, just as the knot within her wrenched tighter. Teasing her. Destroying her. Working her body as astutely as a puppet master flexing herstrings.
He hadn't forgotten a damned thing about what sheliked.
Master ofstorms.
The hand slid from her mouth, and then he fumbled betweenthem.
Árdís gasped. "What areyou—?"
The blunt head of his erection pressed between her thighs. Árdís stopped breathing. And he didn'tmove.
What was he waitingfor?
A desperate shiver worked its way throughher.
"Please."
The word stole from her treacherouslips.
A pause, the blunt head of his cock holding at the edge of her opening. She almost thought he hadn't heard her, but a faint hiss of breath escaped him, and then he thrust insideher.
All theway.
Árdís's breasts pressed flush against the wall, her cheek imprinting in the rough timber. She was trapped here. Held at his mercy. The angle meant he couldn't get as deep as he wanted to. She felt his frustration as he bit her earlobe, a harsh growl echoing in his throat even as his hips rocked against her. He held himself there, as if soaking in the sensation of her body around him. A soft groan escapedhim.
There. Not as restrained as he'd haveliked.
Árdís bit her lip wickedly, and tightened every muscle around him in a slowcurl.
"Fuck." He slammed one hand against the wall beside her head, pushing inside her as if he couldn't get deepenough.
"Two can play these games," she whispered, and squeezed again, taking herself right back to thatedge.
One arm slid beneath her breasts, and he hauled her back against him, his cock slipping from insideher.
"No." She caught his arm, but he simply drove her down onto her knees, and then she was on all fours on his bedroll, and his hands were settling on her hipsagain.
"I don't want you getting splinters. Are you ready forme?"
Lightning flashed outside the hut, highlighting the interior for one brief second. This was exactly what she'd wanted; Haakonundone.
"Yes."
His hips slammed into hers, driving her forward onto her forearms as he buried himself to the hilt. She screamed as the storm finally washed over her, sweeping her along in its wake. She couldn't breathe. Could barely see. Waves of pleasure broke withinher.
Again and again, as Haakon fucked his way insideher.
Harder. Deeper. The intensity of it forced her teeth into her lip again, to trap a cry. Árdís curled her fingers into the blanket, holding on for dear life. Every single time he took her to bed, it had felt like a clash of passion between them, burning so fast and furious that they left marks on each other's skin, but she couldn't touch him here. Sweet goddess, but every slow withdrawal left her panting, begging, and every hard invasion only seemed to twist the tension within her tighter. Haakon's hands dug into the flesh of her hips, pinning her exactly where he wanted her. She was completely, utterly at his mercy, her breath turning to rough pants. Every thrust of his cock only spread the slickness between her thighs, as if to prove how much she wantedhim.
It wasn'tenough.
She wanted to touch him, wanted the connection. Somehow she reached back, her hand covering his. "Haakon."
Fingers slid over her thigh, pushing her knees wider, as if he fought to get right to the heart ofher.
His hand curved up her throat, drawing her upright until her breasts were splayed obscenely, and her spine bent. Her back met his chest, as he gave short, hard littlethrusts.
"Árdís, oh gods, you torture meso."
