Page 91 of Storm of Fury
His shaft quivered with excitement, sloping up to the left. And as she watched, he pumped his hand up it, his thumb rasping over the satin-slick head of him.
She took him in her mouth, suckling the swollen head.
“Fuck.” Tormund’s head fell back on the pillow, and she knew he could feel her mouth working every inch of him.
He surrendered to her, completely and utterly. There was no consideration in his motions, only pure, absolute abandon. And it made her breath catch. Tormund trusted her. He gave himself to her so completely that there was no holding back.
She loved the power of this moment.
The sound of his gasped curses and the feel of his hands fisting in her hair.
Working the shaft of his cock, she swallowed him whole, tracing her tongue around the tip of him until his hips jerked.
“Bryn, damn it.” He tried to look down at her. “I don’t think—”
“Good,” she purred, lifting her head just long enough to meet his gaze. “Don’t think, Tormund. Just feel. Just surrender.”
And then she began to work his erection with hands and lips and mouth, drinking in every soft gasp he made and watching his desperate expression. The man writhed beneath her, until his eyes suddenly shot open.
“Bryn!”
She suckled hard, desperate for his pleasure. His cock jerked in her mouth, his testicles pulsing, and then hot seed spilled into her mouth.
Bryn swallowed it down, working him until he grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her up with a gasp.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered with a devilish smile, licking the last salty drop from her lips. “Are you all undone? Did you beg me, Tormund? And maybe you weren’t on your hands and knees, but I think I like you just like this. Flat on your back and at my mercy.”
Sweat slicked his chest, and he lifted his head off the pillow to look at her before collapsing back down.
Tormund fingered a silky piece of hair. “Undone.” He laughed under his breath. “Oh, you’re a devil of a woman.”
Surging upright, he caught her wrists and hauled her over his lap before she even realized what he was doing.
“But no, I’m not undone. Sated, perhaps.” He slid his palm over her ass, and then he was nudging her forward onto her hands. “Tolerably fucking pleased. But nowhere near undone. Or finished. My turn,” he whispered, then forced her onto her elbows. “Time to revere the beard.”
She wasn’t prepared for it.
But the second she opened her mouth to protest, his massive hands cupped her ass, pushing her knees wide. And then a hot-mouthed kiss was laid upon the dimples in the small of her back, a wicked tongue rasping over the sensitive skin there.
Bryn froze. “Tormund.”
“Aye, lass. My cock is a wonder, but you’ve not encountered the delights my tongue can yield yet.”
Pressing her thighs wide, he drove his face into her wetness from behind. The stroke of his tongue was like a velvet lash that flayed her raw. Bryn cried out, her fingers turning into claws in the pillow.
Oh, gods.
“Tormund,” she breathed.
But there was no stopping him.
He licked and ate at her, his thumb settling to rest on her clitoris. Tracing slick circles with that thumb, he bit the curve of her ass, before driving his tongue back into her.
Frigg’s mercy. It was like being devoured. Bryn muffled a gasp in the pillow, her entire body shuddering. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore. Could barely breathe.Oh, gods. Gods. It was too much.
And then pleasure exploded through her.
A scream tore from her throat, and she bucked and writhed beneath him, begging him for mercy until he finally let up.
