Page 141 of Master of Storms
“Done.”
She drove another boot toward his face, and this time he’d had enough. Capturing her heel, Marduk ducked under her leg, and then hauled her back into his arms. He let himself fall. The second he hit the stone, he rolled, pinning her there.
It was ridiculously easy.
And it shouldn’t have been.
“You couldn’t wrestle a snake, right now,” he snapped, as the breath drove from her lungs. Thunder grumbled in the distance.
Solveig wrapped her legs around his hips, intent upon throwing him, but he wasn’t going anywhere.
And after two days of hovering over her, desperate to protect her, desperate to touch her, this was exactly where he wanted to be.
His cock hardened, and Marduk ground against her. “Looks like I’m going south.”
He knew the second she felt him, for the fury in her eyes turned molten. Her dark irises were black pools that threatened to drown him; and worse, he couldn’t have saved himself if he’d wanted to.
Marduk bit the skin of her shoulder gently. Not enough to mark her, but enough to draw both their minds to the suggestion of it. He wanted to broach the topic of their changed relationship—where were they right now?—but for the first time in his life, he didn’t know how.
This was all he had.
“Don’t you dare,” she breathed.
“No?” He nuzzled into her throat. “You liked it that last time.”
He kissed her. Hard. Fierce. Bruising.
And her tongue danced against his, slick with desire. Solveig grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and suddenly she wasn’t trying to fight him anymore. Instead, her hips undulated against him, until he was the one desperate for breath.
Goddess. Every ounce of frustration and anxiety he’d felt over the past couple of days came to the fore.
It was difficult to be careful with her when she was in this mood. And he needed to be, for he hadn’t missed her wince when she landed on her back.
Solveig tore her mouth from his, and then sharp teeth sank into his earlobe. “I’m not made of spun glass.”
“And yet, you are just as precious in some ways.”
She drew back, until they were nose-to-nose. “What does that mean?”
“Haven’t you realized yet?” His heart gave a nervous twist in his chest. “I’ll tell you. One day. I’ll tell you when you’re ready to believe it.”
Another soulful look.
He kissed her.
“Marduk, stop.” She drew back, gasping. “We’re on the tower.”
Anyone could see them.
“Let them.” He slowed his sensual assault, though he didn’t forsake it. Kissing his way down her throat, he waited for her to deny him again, but it didn’t come.
“Yes?” he whispered. “Or no?”
A shiver ran through her. It was ayes. He knew it was ayes. But it wasn’t until her hand snaked between them, curling around his cock, that he let a sigh escape him.
Tugging her shirt free of its buttons, he found the linen she bound her breasts with. Hauling it down, he captured her tightly furled nipple in his mouth. Solveig arched beneath him as the first raindrop struck his skin.
“Surrender, Solveig. You know you want to.”
