Page 179 of Master of Storms
Bare skin.
Their eyes met.
“Planning a little seduction?” he mused, rasping one thumbnail over the back of her thigh, right beneath the curve of her ass.
She shivered. Ticklish, but also feeling it elsewhere.
“Maybe.” A hand slid up his throat, and then she was kissing him again. Teeth sinking into his lower lip. Tongue sliding over his with heated urgency.
Hauling her against him, he closed his mouth over her nipple. Solveig ground against him, until the pressure against his erection almost broke him.
Every inch of her was sleek steel, and her breasts were but the barest of handfuls.Perfect, he thought, as he rolled her and drove her back into the mattress.
He kissed his way down her abdomen, unable to tear his gaze from her face. Solveig arched her spine, her hips locking around his thighs with a shudder, as his mouth grew hotter, more daring. He made a rough sound under his breath and captured her ass in his hands, splaying her wide.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Solveig bit her lip, hauling a pillow behind her head.
“Look at me,” he growled, as he nuzzled into the thatch of hair between her thighs.
Obsidian eyes locked upon him and he felt the shock of connection to the core. And then he bent his head to worship her.
He would never get enough of this.
The taste of her drove him wild, but her responses…. The sound of her breathless cry as her body tensed and then finally exploded, was perfection. He could listen to her scream his name forever.
“Look at me,” he demanded, capturing a fistful of her hair, as he slid into the welcome of her arms and thighs.
Their eyes met and he kissed her again, chasing after that elusive spirit that beat within her heart. He could sense the yearning in her. Sense the flickering brush of her mind against his.
“Open for me,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her throat, and though her thighs parted wider, welcoming him inside her, he knew she had deliberately misinterpreted him.
“Gods, you feel so perfect.” He threw the thoughts at her, determined to let her know how he felt.
There.
Her eyes widened, just slightly, and Marduk thrust inside her, swallowed by her warm, wet heat. Her thighs clamped around his hips, and she bit her lip and threw her head back. Silent agony. Rapturous pleasure. He could feel it all shuddering through her, even as she denied him her voice.
“You were made for me, Solveig.” He shuddered and buried his face against her throat. A sense of stillness ran through her, and he knew she heard him. “And I will thank the goddess every day for blessing me with you.”
His teeth grazed her throat, and he bit deep into the slope of muscle that gilded her shoulder as he came. Marking her. Fusing some part of her with himself.
Marduk collapsed atop her, his hands skimming up her arms as she hugged him close. She hadn’t said a word, but the way her hand slid up his spine and caressed his nape was strangely proprietary.
There was nothing but silence.
The silence of surrender.
He drew back and stared into her eyes, breathing hard. Her nightgown was wrapped around her waist, the buttons agape. He withdrew with a gush of slick seed, and then drew her back into his arms, so her back was nestled against his chest.
“Talk to me,” he insisted, kissing the back of her neck. “Let’s try this new thing.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
Marduk closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck. “Everything.”
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