Page 83 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Surt’s jaw dropped open as he released his dick like it trulywason fire. “Did you just…”
“Spit on your cock?” I helpfully finished his sentence, relieved to discover my saliva wasn’t sizzling on the surface. “Sure did. That makes it mine now, you know.”
I expected more snark, but Surt surprised me yet again by visiblymeltingat my words. “Fuck,” was all he managed to choke out, and my dominant instincts roared in triumph.
Come for Mommy.
“Lie back,” I commanded, deciding we didn’t need the safeword speech for vision sex. “I want to ride your cock like I own it.”
Because I do.
Surt shuddered and did as he was told—his unexpected submission making me dizzy. Before he could change his mind and turn grumpy again, I climbed aboard and positioned my pussy directly above his red hot poker.
Right where I belong.
Placing my hands on his enormous pecs, I hummed in satisfaction at how pleasantlywarmhis skin was. Even beneath his coat of hair, I could see his chest was completely tattooed in the same blackwork style as Fen. For a moment, I pictured his entire body made from the same black rock as his horns—somehowknowingthat was his true form. Not wanting to get distracted, I shook off the mental image to focus on the task at hand.
Somehow fitting this beast inside me.
Luckily, between his copious precum—which, sadly, did not resemble liquid hot magma—and my own wetness, things felt properly lubed. Still, I took it slow, if for no other reason than not puncturing a lung.
And for the look on Surt’s face.
His gaze was locked on mine as I pumped my way down his length, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d maintained such intense eye contact during this crucial moment. It added an intimacy to the act that I absolutely wouldnothave stood for under normal circumstances. But this wasvision sex.
So anything goes!
Surt wrapped his hands around my thighs. At first, I thought he planned to control my movements, but quickly realized it was more to steadyhimself,which I could appreciate. Besides how surreal of an experience this was, it was also kicking up all sorts of pesky emotions, which I did not appreciate one bit.
C’mon, read the room.
The lean-to…
I refocused yet again, realizing to my dismay that I’d only made it partway down his shaft, yet was already stretched impossibly tight.
“That’s enough,” he gruffly said, and I tensed, worrying he’d changed his mind about the whole thing. But then, he reached between my legs and fisted the base of his dick—ensuring I wouldn’t take any more than I could physically handle.
That’s actually… really considerate.
Afraid I was about to catchmorefeels, I smirked down at him with as much swagger as I could muster while being stuffed like a sausage. “Ready to get owned, fire giant?”
“Yes.” He surprised me yet again with the honesty of his reply. “Let’s pretend I could be yours.”
Fucking hell.
I’d been ready to ride this man into the ground, but the way he was looking at me now—likeIwas his endgame, instead of Valhalla—made me switch gears.
I’m going to make him shatter.
Slowly.
Never mind that neither of us might remember this after we returned to Helheim—or that fate had decided two perfectly matched hotheads like us should meet under impossible circumstances. Just for tonight, I was going to pretendIcould have everything I wanted.
Including him.
Kissing during sex wasnotmy jam, but I felt compelled to lower my mouth until my lips brushed his. “I hope you remember this,” I whispered, like a prayer to his subconscious.
“I will,” Surt replied, even though we both knew he had no business making any promises.
