Page 92 of Master of Storms
All fury, passion and rage.
And sometimes she needed it. Sometimes this was exactly what she desired.
Solveig bit his lower lip, her fists curling in his shirt collar. Goddess, but it was happening again, just like before. One touch, one kiss, and something within her ignited.
Sex had never felt like this. She’d found friendship and a moment of connection with a Danish princess, but they’d both been aware their affair had an expiration date. And she’d never found a male lover who truly satisfied her. There was always something missing. The submissive ones bored her, and the dominant ones were merely arrogant and controlling. One had called her as frigid as the glaciers to the north after she cast him from her bed, and in her heart of hearts, she’d begun to wonder if he was right.
And so she’d stopped looking for that missing spark. She’d thrown her heart into the warband and her father’s court, until she’d begun to wonder if there was any passion left within her.
UntilMardukhadkissed her.
And then there was nothing glacial about her. She became a firestorm, a phoenix bursting into flame.
She lost herself when she was with him.
She couldn’t control herself or her passion, and there was a niggling little feeling itching through her that whispered that if she ever truly let herself search her heart, what she might find there would not be to her satisfaction.
Him. Always him.
From the moment she’d laid eyes upon him.
He was both threat and curse. Passion and oblivion.
And she knew—deep in her heart—that he was her ruin.
Marduk broke the kiss, his trembling hands cupping her face as he nuzzled at her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
He tried to meet her eyes. “I can feel you fighting it.”
Stop… thinking….
Solveig reached up and claimed his mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, and she tore his shirt open at the throat. Marduk complied with a reckless groan, his kiss grazing her chin and then lower, edging down the smooth column of her throat—
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tore his mouth from her skin with a breathless gasp. “Not out here.”
Marduk stared at her with bare restraint, his mouth wet and slack with desire. And then a burning intent lit a spark in his eyes. “Why not?” he whispered.
Solveig stilled, tension running through every single muscle in her body.
Marduk took her silence for assent.
Meeting her gaze with an insolent look, he tore the buttons off her shirt. The cool night air left her trembling. Beneath the shirt was the corset she wore to keep everything in its place, and his thumbs grazed the silk there as if he simply couldn’t help himself.
“Anyone could see,” she whispered as he nuzzled at her neck.
And despite herself, she arched her head back, her teeth sinking into her lip with a soft moan as he tugged her corset down and captured her taut nipple in his mouth.Goddess.She felt the pull of that all the way through her.
“Yes, they could,” he breathed, his tongue lashing against the aching bud.
Fuck.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair, but his mouth was doing wicked things to her body.
Anyone could walk around the corner and see them.
And from the blazing light in his eyes, he half wanted it.
