Page 90 of A Light So Blinding
The little grunts he made as his tongue flicked her clit made her want to scream. And then he moved away, delving deeper until his tongue wasinside of her,and that was wonderful, but not nearly enough.
With a rough grip, she moved his head back to where she wanted him by the horns. He seemed to like that. His eyes stared up at her, his gaze heated because she had made him go where she wanted, and there was some power in that.
Control, Astrid realized. Perhaps she really enjoyed control more than she knew.
Now she held him there, forcing his movements to be almost nonexistent. He could have broken free from her grip at any point. He was strong enough to do so.
But he didn’t. He let her use him, let her grind herself against his face until that breathless pleasure threw her off a cliff. Astrid could feel every muscle in her tense, and the sound of his answering groan made her want to tear this dress off herself. She didn’t care that they were in an alleyway where anyone could see them. She didn’t care that someone might hear their pleasure.
Astrid wanted him. Desperately.
Breathing hard, she looked down where he stared back up at her, his lips glistening. His long tongue licked it away as he stood, never once breaking eye contact with her. Bjorn braced his arm over her head again. Looming, as he always did, but never in threat.
“That’s one way to distract me,” he growled. “Now, we’re going back to my old home, and I’m going to treat you the way I want to.”
That didn’t sound bad to her at all.
Thirty-Four
Astrid
Astrid didn’t remember any of the streets. She didn’t even remember how they got from that alleyway up into the higher sections of Trollveggen, but suddenly they were there. He stumbled a few times, cursing and adjusting himself before he’d hurry her along faster. She would have laughed if she weren’t breathless herself.
For a man who struggled with anger, Bjorn sure was ignoring every single one of his triggers on the way. People tried to stop to talk to them. There were plenty of shouted, “The Destroyer has returned!” Even a few people grabbed his arm, trying to stop his rapid speed. But he shrugged all of it off.
Higher and higher they climbed until she feared they were actually leaving the mountain. But then he reached a door in the stone that looked like it had been carved there for centuries. It didn’t open when he put his shoulder to it. With a sigh, he planted both of his palms flat on the carved surface.
The carvings depicted a battle scene. She could see there were plenty of blood sprays carved in, most of them coming fromhumans it looked like, before it gave an answering groan and swung open.
He stood in the doorway, staring into the darkness while his barrel chest moved up and down with breaths he couldn’t seem to control. Finally, he shook his head and stepped inside.
“Sorry about the dust,” he muttered. “I thought someone would take care of it in my absence.”
She peered into the shadows, blinking as wisps lit up from every single corner of the room. Suddenly she was faced with a very practical space. The living room and kitchen were one big room, covered in dust just like he’d said. There was a fine layer of gray over all the furniture, the counters, everything. Even the giant fireplace in the back wall that took up the entirety of the space. Astrid could stand in that fireplace if she wanted, could even lie down, and she still wouldn’t touch any of the corners.
Was this where he had grown up? It had to be. She had figured, though, that someone else would’ve taken the place. His father had died. Surely someone else would have used the space after his death? It made little sense to have an empty home like this.
She didn’t have time to look around or even think much more than that. Bjorn lunged for her, his hands wrapping around her waist and lifting her. Astrid had to wrap her legs around his waist to not dangle in the air, but the moment she locked her legs around him, all she could feel was the hard bar of his cock pressed against her core.
It was like someone had showered her with sparks from a fire. Everywhere tingled. Her fingers even seemed to go numb at the sensation of him grinding against her as he kissed her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel every point where he touched her.
“I have waited for this moment,” he whispered, breaking away from her lips to trail down her neck. He kissed every inchof her skin he could reach. “You do not know how you have tormented me from the very first moment I saw you.”
She didn’t know if she should say she felt the same. She hadn’t. The trolls had been terrifying to her, and she’d seen him as a tool. There was much she had to pay penance for when it came to that.
He opened the door behind her, and they were plunged into darkness again. The wisps here seemed to have a hard time waking. They blinked on for a few seconds, and then the room was black again.
It left her staring at the images that seemed to jump in front of her. One moment he was right in front of her, the next, her back hit a mattress. And yes, there was dust. But all of that dust billowed up in sparkling pinpricks that danced in the light. She stared up at the demon who loomed above her, his horns accentuated by the wisps behind him. Curving and sharp, the tips glinted in the light.
Darkness. The sound of his heavy breathing filling the room, and her need making her squirm on the bed.
Then light again. All she could see was the image of Bjorn whipping his shirt off over his head, and the yellow light turning his abs and pectorals into peaks and valleys. The shadows were stark, showing every single ripple of muscle that flexed over his ribs. Her gaze trailed down to the startlingly hard abs that had stunned her the first time she’d seen them, and then darkness again.
The low sound of his growl echoed throughout the room. “Wisps,” he thundered. “Enough.”
The darkness had never terrified her, and he knew that. Now she had to use her other senses, and everything seemed so muchmorethan before.
Suddenly she could hear him louder. Every touch made her jump until he soothed her with those big, broad hands. Eventhe scent of him, warm and comforting and familiar, seemed stronger than she remembered it being.
