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She was a mess of fury and motion, teeth sinking into the firm muscle where his shoulder met his neck. Nails digging into the skin of his back.Goddess. Harder. She wanted it to be harder. She wanted to ache, even as she wanted to claim him and mark him and destroy him in all ways—
Capturing her knee, he drove it upwards in a cage around his ribs. And then he was hammering into her, flesh slapping against flesh. His spine bowed, and she cried out as he threw his head back and came with a muffled groan.
Marduk collapsed atop her, gasping for breath. They were both sweat-slicked and panting, and for some reason she laughed, because she felt so relaxed she could stay here forever.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he whispered, as he captured her hands and laced their fingers together on the pillow beside her face.
She could barely breathe herself.
Every inch of her was languorous with release. She felt shattered. Empty. Peaceful. Finally, finally at peace….
But now that she was coming down from the edge, there was a sense of blissful silence within her that made her wonder.
Herdrekilay at ease. She could sense it lashing its tail within her watchfully, but it was no longer tearing at her from the inside, trying to get out. No more claws shredding her from within. No more wings smashing at their cage.
What did this mean?
Solveig tried to reach within, but a rasp of stubble brushed against her throat, teeth threatening to mark her skin.
“Mmmm.” Marduk was moving within her again, his cock stiffening as if he’d caught his second wind.
“Again?”
“What’s wrong? Afraid I’m going to ruin you for all otherdreki?”
“Hardly.”
“Really?” A chuckle burst through him, and he deliberately rocked against her firmly enough to touch on that center of nerves. Lightning laced through her as he laughed. “Because I’m fairly certain you lost control of yourself there for a moment. Admit it, Solveig. There will never be another in your life.”
She tangled a fist in his hair. “You’re not that good.”
“No?” He withdrew from her body, and then his hands found her hips and he flipped her onto her knees.
She had never, ever found herself on hands and knees before a male before, and even as she threw a hiss over her shoulder, he set both hands on her hips and thrust within her again.
The shock of his depth tore a cry from her throat. She stopped fighting. Instead, it became a battle to keep herself from collapsing as he ground within her, his hand skimming along her spine and knotting in her hair.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Marduk whispered in her ear as he hauled her upright, one hand sliding over her breasts and the other still knotted in her hair.
“What?”
“You lied to me before when you said you didn’t lose control. Do you want to know how I know?”
Solveig turned her face and bit his wrist, but he laughed and flexed within her. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.
“I know,” he whispered, as he forced her back onto her hands, “because I can still feel your teeth in my throat. You marked me, Solveig. And I liked it. And now it’s my turn to leave my mark on your skin….”
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“Do your shirt up,” Solveig said primly, as they ventured toward the set of apartments Árdís had been given. “We’re at a foreign king’s court. Nobody needs to see your chest.”
Marduk shot her a lazy smile. “It’s not the sight of my chest that bothers you though, is it?”
He could still feel her teeth sinking into his throat, and the perfect imprint of them remained behind, bruised into his skin.
If it was up to him, he’d show the world. She’d lost control and marked him, and he loved it.
“You want my shirt closed,” he told her, “then close it.”
