Page 92 of Storm of Fury
Every inch of her shook. The single stroke of his finger over her ass cheek made her shake her head desperately. She felt like bottled lightning, about to explode at the merest hint of a touch.
Something round and firm brushed against her clitoris, and then he was using his cock to tease her. “This, Bryn? Do you want this?”
“You know I do,” she gasped, trying to turn so she could throw her arms around him and take what she wanted.
A flat palm smacked across her ass, and she gasped.
“No,” he said, grasping her hips and forcing her to remain on her hands and knees. “In this room, you do what I want.”
If his hands weren’t so damned good, she’d have protested.
He wrapped an arm around her body, hauling her upright. Every hard inch of him melded to her; from shoulders to buttocks. The insistent press of his erection drove between her legs, gliding through her slick folds, but it was the hand trailing down her rounded abdomen that caught her attention.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he whispered in her ear. “You taste like honey, and I want to spend forever eating you.”
Tormund’s fingers splayed her wide, and then he was sliding his entire hand between her legs. Sliding it back, caressing her in slow, lingering touches that threatened to drive her mad.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Take me. Now.”
“Mmm.” His answer was a warm rumble through his chest, and it vibrated down her spine. “Do you think you make the rules here? You want me to take you? You want my cock inside you? Then beg me, Bryn. Beg for pleasure. Beg for my cock.”
Never. But teeth sank into her shoulder as his fingers drove inside her, and suddenly defiance seemed like the stupidest thing she could do. She wanted this. She wanted him. And if he wanted her to submit, well, she could play along.
But on her terms.
“Give it to me,” she whispered. “Fuck me.Hard. Every time I move tomorrow, I want to feel the bruise of your possession. I want you inside me so badly. Please, Tormund.” His fingers stroked and teased, momentarily distracting her. “Please.” This time, it sounded like a sob. “Give me everything.”
He pinched her clitoris, and then she was thrashing again, unable to prevent the wave of pleasure that swept through her.
Bryn came with a cry, her back spasming and her thighs trying to wedge together.
“Again,” he demanded, wrapping one hand around her throat and bending her back into his embrace until her spine bowed.
“Fuck.” She couldn’t take any more. Trying to slide her hand between them, she found him hard and ready. Bryn maneuvered his thick cock between her legs, her thighs trembling with the desire to beg him. “Now. I want you now.”
“As you wish,” he growled in her ear, and then she felt the brush of his cock at her entrance before he drove inside her.
* * *
Bryn criedout as Tormund sheathed himself inside her.
She was so hot and wet she was practically dripping, and every muscle in his abdomen flexed as pleasure shivered through him.Fuck. He’d planned to take his time—to torture her just as she’d done to him—but he didn’t dare move. He was close enough to the edge that a single thrust might tip him over.
“I didn’t hurt you?” he whispered in her ear, because he was man enough to check.
A throaty laugh shivered through the air as she reached behind her and caressed the back of his neck. “You do think a great deal of yourself, big man.” Then she hesitated, as if she’d sensed the concern behind his question. “No. You didn’t hurt me.”
As if to prove her point, she squeezed internally, and it felt like a shock of lightning jolted through him.
Another squeeze almost brought him to his metaphorical knees. He slid a hand between her thighs and thrust. A shiver rolled through her, but then she was squeezing again, and curse the gods, but this wasn’t going to end well….
Just fast.
“Down,” he insisted, forcing her onto her hands and knees.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he hauled her back into his thrust. Every inch of her was hard muscle sheathed in soft, generous curves. She had thighs that could both break a man’s neck or welcome him between their soft embrace, and the kind of ass he could sink his teeth into.
He slapped it instead, his fingers splaying into soft flesh as she gasped. Little dimples etched into her generous flesh, and he wanted to kiss each and every one of them.
