Page 76 of A Light So Blinding
Warmth built between her legs, her body flaring with a desire that was as foreign to her as this entire experience had been. She had to call upon all her training to pretend she wasn’t so affected that her mouth had gone dry.
“I have a question to ask you, Bjorn.”
“Anything,” he snarled.
By all the gods, he was big. A hulking beast stood in front of the tent entrance. He was mostly a silhouette with massive horns and a body built out of shadows, like a monster had walked in and she was supposed to tame him. Why did that make a sudden rush of desire slick her thighs? She shouldn’t want a beast like him, and yet... all she could think was that she wanted him to lunge at her. She wanted him unhinged, untamed like he had been before.
“Are you still sore?” she asked. “I suppose I’m curious about the speed at which trolls heal.”
His hands spasmed at his sides. “I am healed enough for some things. Not for others.”
“Care to explain?”
She felt like they were on the precipice of change. If he rejected her, of course she wouldn’t push. He wanted to take things slower, and considering his history, she wouldn’t deny him that. But she was curious how far he was willing to go.
“Astrid, we have a long journey ahead of us,” he said, but she could see how he was barely holding himself in control. He was shaking, standing there all by himself. “I have yet to convince you to be my troll wife.”
“That thinking all seems rather outdated.” And then she shrugged.
She’d completely forgotten that the dress wasn’t tied onto her. She was so used to being clothed in very little around otherpeople that it wasn’t surprising she’d forget it. But then she felt the wool slithering off her shoulders, down her body, until it left her standing there nearly naked in front of him. Only small scraps of fabric hid her from his gaze.
It was like he had been struck by lightning. One moment he was standing in front of the tent flap. The next, he was right in front of her. She’d thought he would swoop her up in his arms, tackle her to the ground, have his way with her like an animal. But he froze right in front of her, so close their chests were touching.
And then he stayed there. His muscles shaking, breathing hard, he said quietly, “I do not know the right way to do this. My memories are all from the labyrinth, and I have no wish to treat you like the men treated women there.”
Oh. That was why he was so nervous.
Astrid could handle that. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her. It was that he was afraid he would hurt her. This sweet, wonderful man wanted direction.
She hooked her hand behind his neck, drawing him down until their lips touched. And then she whispered, “I will tell you what to do, husband. But first, kiss me until I tell you to stop.”
His hand tunneled beneath her hair, and suddenly this was the man she remembered. The passion in his kiss was enough to take her breath away, not to mention the way he clutched at her waist, his fingers spasming against her skin before he tugged her even harder against himself. She was surrounded by the heat of him, but the desperation in his touch as though he feared they would never touch again.
His kiss scorched her to the bone. She was marked by him, devoured by his lips and tongue, and never again would she be the same person she’d been before. Because with every nip of his teeth, every stroke of his tongue, she became addicted to his touch. She wanted every ounce of him, the good, the bad, eventhe horrible things he had done trapped in that labyrinth. She wanted it all.
Astrid’s fingers spasmed against him, clutching at the muscles that moved beneath her touch as he held on to her just a bit too tightly. When she pulled away, he didn’t hesitate to let her. There was no resistance as she pulled back enough to whisper, “If I let you do whatever you want to me, what would you want to do?”
He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers, as though he couldn’t stand to look at her while he said this. “All I have dreamt of since the first day I saw you was finding out what you would taste like, bright one.”
“Taste like?” She had served men as a priestess, not the other way around. He’d tasted her lips already, but if he wished to taste her skin, then he certainly could. But then something in her mind steered her thoughts in the right direction. The direction he must’ve meant.
Men did that, she knew. She’d seen it happen when she’d been with her lord, but it was few and far between for men to be interested in such things. They were more interested in women sucking their cocks. Which she would gladly do for Bjorn if he wished. His piercing was intriguing, although she hoped it was healed.
Bjorn slid his hand down her neck, slowly moving down her body. She held her breath as that massive, calloused hand moved between her breasts, his thumb flicking over her hardened nipple, then down to her stomach. She couldn’t think as the raspy sensation of his fingers teased the edges of the binding between her legs.
Then her entire world nearly exploded as he whispered, “I will beg, if I must.”
She was already moving before her mind had caught up. Astrid drew him with her, or he helped her down onto thebedroll, she wasn’t sure which one of them moved first. But soon enough, she was spread out, her legs wide as his claws made quick work of the fabric that hid her from his gaze.
It had been a long day, her mind screamed, scrambling for reasons they shouldn’t do this. She was sweaty. She’d hardly had time to clean herself. The very least he should do was?—
His tongue found her center and gave her one strong, thorough lick. All the thoughts in her head about why she shouldn’t do this scattered. With the sensation of that massive tongue flicking across her clit, delving deeper to her core where he teased her entrance before circling that bundle of nerves again. She would never be the same.
She arched, barely able to control her body as she wanted to grind herself against his mouth. More, she needed more.
He perhaps knew, because the groan that rumbled through his chest was one of pure satisfaction. “Knew you’d taste sweet.”
How was she supposed to hold herself together when he said that? Astrid writhed beneath him as he attacked her again. The sensation of his tusks sliding against her legs was smooth now because she was so wet, it had somehow gotten all over his face. Or maybe he’d done that. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he was devouring her whole, and she was so close to seeing sparks.
