Page 98 of Master of Storms
Marduk eased her down, and she collapsed against his chest, shuddering in the aftermath. Callused hands slid up her spine in gentle strokes. “Tiamat’s mercy, I’ve been dreaming of that for years.”
Every inch of her wanted to lie here in his arms, but she had to recover some decorum.
Solveig pushed herself upright, her thighs still quivering. “My turn,” she whispered, reaching between them.
His cock was throbbing with need, slickness leaking from the tip.
She sank down, sheathing the hard steel of it, a hiss driving from her lips.Gods. It had been too long, but she was so wet, it felt like she melted into him.
“Mercy.” Marduk’s hands clenched in her ass, a silent snarl curling his upper lip. He urged her to move. “You’re so tight.”
“All the better to ruin you with.”
Thighs flexing, she started to move. A slow, dangerous grind, her hands digging into his chest.
Their eyes met.
“Myqueen,” he whispered, surging up to capture her mouth even as he drew her closer.
Their lips clashed, tongues darting over each other. He tasted of her. And she licked it from his lips, even as she fought to ride him.
She couldn’t flex enough, couldn’t move.
It forced her to undulate instead, a slow roll of her hips that was not so much a claiming as a meeting of their bodies. She couldn’t fuck him. Not like this. Instead he kissed her and caressed her, luring her into some sort of semblance of mating.
Marduk growled in his throat, his teeth bared. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Clasping her bottom, he ground her against the base of his cock, and she nearly saw stars.
“Marduk.”
“What’s wrong, love?” His whisper held a soft laugh.
“I’m supposed to be in control.”
“You are.” His whisper was a confession as he bit her shoulder. “You’ve always been in control. Maybe it’s time to let go?”
Soft kisses caressed her throat. She arched her neck, allowing him access. It felt so good. She was overwhelmed by sensation. His hands, his mouth, his cock filling her….
Hands skated up the muscles on either side of her spine. “You’re so beautiful and wild. I love it when you scream my name. I love it, Solveig.” He captured her face, and kissed the tip of her nose, his eyes serious.
She had nothing to say to that, because he was kissing her throat again, his hips rocking against her. His fingers clasped hers, until they were palm to palm.
And she was suddenly breathless with fear.
This was too much.
Too intense.
She bit his lip to reassert control, guiding his hands down her body.
He was merciless, his thumb splaying her wide open even as she rocked against him.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come, Solveig. Ride the winds.”
And she surrendered, her entire body arching as pleasure shattered through her once more.
Marduk rolled them, and then he was slamming into her, driving her pliant body into the bed, even as she screamed.
