Page 96 of Master of Storms
But she would not lose herself this time.
Marduk’s breath ghosted over her lips as they brushed against each other. Thumbs stroked her cheeks where he held her face, and then his tongue was brushing against her own. Tempting her. Taunting her. Denying her the oblivion she craved.
Solveig growled deep in her throat, her hand fisting in the short golden hair at the back of his skull. “Kiss me. Damn you.”
“As you wish,” he breathed, and gods, he tasted delicious. His mouth worked over hers in languorous delight. A shiver worked through her as his tongue lashed against hers, wicked and teasing.
She broke away. “Get on the bed.”
He lay down, still working his cock and never taking his eyes off her. “And now?”
Solveig drained the rest of her wine and then prowled across the room. She slunk onto the bed, crawling between his thighs.
His breath caught as she kissed his knee, and his hand stilled on his erection. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Why?” she whispered, letting her hair cascade over her shoulder as she bent her head and bit his thigh. “Does it ache, Marduk?”
He arched his head backward, as if silently praying to some god. “Of course it aches. Do you not think I want you?” He met her gaze, baring his teeth. “It hurts to not touch you. It hurts to not have my mouth on you. There’s a thousand things I want to do to you, and yet I can’t, and it’s infuriating….”
“Good,” she purred as she crawled up his body, her tongue stirring the soft hairs on his shins and upper thighs.
Marduk captured his cock in one hand, an insolent look in his eye as he fisted it and began stroking.
It was a gorgeous thing; a pagan offering for her pleasure. Thick and sleek, with ripples of flushed veins along its length. The gleam of anxious seed glistened on the tip.
Solveig considered him, all stretched out on the bed like some sort of gift. And the idea of partaking of him like this—where she held all the power—appealed in a way she’d not anticipated.
Crawling further up his length, she skimmed her palms over his lightly haired thighs. His breath caught as her face lowered, and then she placed a kiss to the ripple of muscle in his abdomen. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, for she could concede as much. “I want to eat you all up.”
Reaching out with her tongue, she captured a single glistening bead of cum with her tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck, Solveig.” Hands tangled in her hair, and she looked up the line of his body, finding taut need on his face.
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” she whispered, curling her palm around the base of his shaft. “I have you at my mercy, my prince.”
A breathless laugh burst from him. “You’ve had me at your mercy for years.”
Not yet. Not truly.
But she would.
Solveig ducked her head and swallowed him whole. The sound he made was reward enough; a desperate, aching growl that tore from a reluctant throat. Though a submissive act, this was power. She owned him in this moment as she twisted her fist slowly and then pushed lower, taking him deep into her throat.
She let her teeth graze the length of him on the return and saw tension fill him as their eyes met.
That’s right. Never forget how dangerous I can be.
Pulling free with a wet pop, she licked the mix of saliva and precum from her fingers. “You’re delicious.”
He slammed his head back into the pillow, his body a bow of tension. A shudder went through him. “And you’re evil.”
Solveig laughed as she bent her head again. “Beg,” she whispered, licking the swollen head of him. “Beg me.”
“For anything.” The words exploded out of him on a breath as his fingers tangled in her hair. “But fair warning: I’m not going to last long.”
“Really?” she purred, squeezing him again and then working her mouth around the tip of him. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Really.” He thrust up into her mouth, gasping again. “Solveig.Goddess’s breath. You don’t have…. I’m going to….” His head slammed back against the pillow again. “Fuck.”
