Page 71 of Defying the Crown
His palm slides to the small of my back, pressing me against him. The thin pyjama bottoms Harald’s wearing and my sweatpants do little to hide how affected we both are. I capture his mouth again, swallowing his soft moan.
"Daniel," he whispers my name like a prayer.
Our bodies remember this dance perfectly—the way I arch when he traces my spine, how he shivers when I run my thumb along his jawline. Every touch carries the weight of what we almost lost, making each sensation more intense, more vital.
My hand slips lower, tracing the waistband of his shorts, and Harald's breath hitches. His pupils are blown wide, the blue of his eyes nearly swallowed by black.
"You're sure you're strong enough for this?" I ask, our foreheads pressed together.
His answer is a crooked smile that steals my breath. "For you? Always."
I get lost in the feeling of Harald's mouth on my skin, his touch igniting a flame that travels through every nerve as his fingers explore my body, dipping below my sweatpants to cup my firm ass cheeks.
When I finallystrip us both bare, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation as I peel away the last layers between us, Harald's rock hard erection springs free. The sight of him, completely exposed and vulnerable beneath me, makes my mouth go dry. His breath catches in a way that sends delicious shivers cascading down my spine, the soft gasp filling the quiet room. The heart monitor beeps more rapidly, its steady rhythm accelerating to match the wild pounding of my own heart, creating an intimate symphony of our shared desire.
"Okay?" I ask softly, hovering above him, my body close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin but not quite touching.
Through the haze of arousal, I watch as Harald's eyes blaze with need. His nod tells me everything I need to know about how he feels, and it sends a jolt of excitement straight to my core. I can feel his fingers on me, spreading lube over my skin and preparing me for him. The sensation is exquisite, and when he pushes his first finger inside, I let out a moan that echoes off the hospital walls. Another finger joins the first, then another, each one pushing deeper and filling me up. I beg him for more, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to feel him inside me.
As soon as those desperate words leave my lips, his fingers withdraw, leaving me aching and empty. But the loss only lasts a moment before I'm slowly sinking down onto him, taking him inch by glorious inch. A deep, guttural groan rumbles through my chest cavity, the sound seemingly reverberating through my entire body as we finally connect on the most intimate level possible. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect, everything I've been craving, and I can feel every thundering beat of my heart echoing where we're joined. My hands grip his shoulders tightly, fingertips digging into his flesh as I adjust to the delicious stretch of him inside me.
"My god, you're so beautiful," Harald gasps below me as I begin to move, his blue eyes dark with desire and locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"Not as beautiful as you," I say breathlessly, meaning every word as I gaze down at his perfect features illuminated by the dim hospital lighting. I lean down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue seeking his desperately as my hips rock against his in a steady, rhythmic motion while we're connected together intimately. The friction between us sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my entire body. I feel completely in tune with him, our bodies connected and paired together as if they were meant to be this way always, like two pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place. The way he fills me, the way his hands grip my waist, the synchronicity of our movements - it all feels destined, predetermined, like we've done this dance a thousand times before in another life.
Harald thrusts up powerfully, matching my frantic pace as our bodies crash together in perfect synchronization. The heart monitor speeds up even further, its steady beeping becoming more rapid and erratic during each intense thrust that hits that perfect spot inside me every single time without fail, making me see stars and sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. My thighs tremble with the effort of maintaining our passionate rhythm as sweat glistens on both our bodies, the salt of it mixing with the sweetness of his skin when I lean down to taste his collarbone. The feeling of fullness, of completeness, overwhelms me with each deep connection.
Suddenly Harald sits up abruptly breaking our lip lock while holding my hips firmly still so that neither of us can move anymore, his strong fingers pressing into my heated flesh with just the right amount of pressure to keep me suspended in this moment of exquisite tension.
"Wait," he pants next to my ear, his warm breath sending delicious shivers down my spine. Harald flips me over suddenly, without pulling out and I'm pinned beneath him now with my legs resting on his shoulders, the new angle making me gasp as he sinks even deeper inside me. This position is more intimate, and I can feel his blue eyes staring deeply into the depths of mine with an expression I can only describe as pure love, his gaze so intense and tender it makes my chest ache with emotions I've never felt before.
I cry out as he begins moving again, slowly at first but then his thrusts pick up speed, each movement sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. I bite my lower lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, desperately muffling any more sounds of passion that threaten to spill free and attract unwanted attention from the neighbouring rooms.
My hands fist tightly around Harald's arms, fingers digging into his muscled flesh, bracing myself as each powerful thrust makes my head spin and sends sparks dancing behind my eyelids. I find myself completely lost in him, in the way our bodies move together perfectly, in the heat of his skin against mine, in the soft pants and groans that escape his lips. Nothing else matters but us together at this moment - not my past, not my fears, not the world outside these walls - and the overwhelming feeling of rightness that resonates throughout my entire body makes me feel whole in a way I've never experienced before.
Harald seems to feel the same way, even as his thrusts pick up in speed I can see this look of reverence towards me, like I'm something precious and sacred that he's been searching for his whole life. His hands stray south, tracing down my abdomen with deliberate, worshipful touches that leave trails of fire in their wake before grasping onto my cock, slicking it up with lube and my leaking precum. With each thrust he strokes it from root to tip in perfect time with his movements, making my head spin even more as dual waves of pleasure crash through me from both angles. His hands seem to know where all the pleasure can be brought forth from my body, working me with an instinctive expertise that has me gasping and writhing beneath him. I don't need to tell him what to do because he already knows, as if he's mapped out every sensitive spot, every perfect angle that makes me fall apart in his arms. The way he touches me, it's like he's memorizing every inch, learning the geography of my pleasure with devoted attention.
Our ragged breathing fills the room even as the bedsprings creak and groan threatening to give way beneath our frenzied movements. The headboard slams rhythmically against the wall, but I'm too far gone to care what the neighbours might think. Finally after several long minutes Harald buries himself deep one final time, roaring triumphantly while slamming his hips against mine with enough force to make the entire bed shake. At the same time, I feel myself fall over the edge, my entire body seizing with pleasure as I release, shooting my load all over my stomach and chest in hot, pearly streams. My vision blurs at the edges as waves of ecstasy crash through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air beneath him.
He shudders violently throughout his entire frame, his muscular body quaking against mine as the last remnants of his orgasm course through him. Slowly, he slumps forward, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against my equally damp skin as he pins me beneath his muscular weight. He's still snugly buried inside me, our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, and I can feel every tiny twitch and pulse of him. There's a sticky hot mess between us - my own release smeared across both our stomachs and chests - yet neither of us wants to move, too content in this perfect moment of afterglow.
"You know I love you, right?" Harald asks as he pants for breath. He's looking down into my eyes, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable, almost trembling with emotion as he nuzzles against my neck. The way he says it, so tentatively, makes my heart ache - as if he needs reassurance, as if he's afraid I might not believe him.
"Jeg elsker dig," I say, trying my best not to mangle the words I've had Ingrid teach me over a dozen times. The Danish phrase feels clumsy on my tongue, but I've practised it religiously, wanting to get it perfect for him. My heart swells as his eyes light up at hearing his native language, even if my accent is probably atrocious. It's worth every awkward practice session with his therapist just to see that beautiful smile spread across his face. I reach up to stroke his cheek, still flushed and warm from our lovemaking.
Harald laughs suddenly, a deep rumbling sound that makes my chest tingle with warmth. He leans in to kiss me again, his lips still swollen and sensitive from our earlier passion. When he pulls away, there's a hint of mischief dancing in those stormy blue eyes of his. "What are the chances the nurses outside didn't hear us?" he asks with an adorably sheepish grin that makes my stomach do somersaults. I can't help but think about how vocal we'd both been, especially when things had gotten particularly heated. The thought makes my cheeks burn even hotter than they already are.
I can't help but laugh along with Harald, both of us still tangled in the hospital sheets. "Pretty sure everyone on this floor knows exactly what kind of physical therapy we just had."
"Including poor Erik stationed outside," Harald adds with a playful wince, making me bury my face in his chest.
"Oh god." My shoulders shake with barely contained mirth. "He's never going to look me in the eye again."
Harald's fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. "Worth it though."
"Definitely worth it." I prop myself up on an elbow to look at him properly. The healthy flush in his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes are worlds away from the pale, unconscious figure I found in this bed weeks ago. "We needed this. After everything..."
"We did." Harald pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I feel more alive than I have in weeks."
