Page 91 of A Light So Blinding
“Breathe,” he murmured into her ear as he slid down her body once again. “I’ve not even started yet.”
But now she could feel his skin against hers. When he draped her legs over each of his shoulders, she pressed her bare calves against the heat of his back. It made all of this seem that much more intimate as he devoured her once more. His lips, his tongue, his fingers pressed inside of her. She arched, hissing out a breath at the tightness of not one, but two fingers as he sank deeper and deeper into her.
The burn of the stretch didn’t hurt, though. She welcomed it, breathing deeply as he reached his knuckles. His thumb rubbed her clit, soothing her through the sting into pleasure that was nearly too much. It hurt, in the best way possible.
He moved up her body, his tongue and lips touching everything that he could along the journey. Murmuring in her ear, he said, “I don’t want to hurt you, bright one. You’re going to have to take a third.”
“A third?” she choked.
He nodded against her neck, his lips moving against her pulse as she felt him withdraw and then, yes, there was a third. A third finger that she was supposed to somehow take.
If it had been with anyone else, she would have shaken her head and tried to wriggle away. But Bjorn knew her. He knew how to read her anxiety, and he damn well knew how to distract her. He leaned closer to her ear, that deep, gravelly voice already doing more than he could have guessed.
“You cannot imagine what it’s going to feel like when I finally fuck you, bright one. You’re untried, untested, and now the first man gifted the beauty of taking you will be the one who worships the ground you walk on. There will be no pain, no ache, only my cock sinking into your cunt that is already weeping for me.”
Astrid could feel how wet she was as his fingers pressed deeper. There was that pinch again, the ache, but it immediately disappeared. She was shocked she could take all three, but then she wasn’t thinking about that at all. Because he was moving. In and out. Gliding through all the mess she had made and his words continued to make her core tighten around him.
“The moment you beg me to be inside you, I will be living in a dream. You’re so wet, bright one. So warm. You take my fingers so well, and I just know your greedy little cunt will feel like I’ve died in battle.”
She hadn’t even known he could say those filthy words. He was such a gentleman at all times, but now she didn’t want him to be a gentleman. She wanted him to do the exact things he was saying because she was so full of his fingers that surely he would be able to fuck her now.
She’d never expected she would even have thoughts like that. But she was desperate at this point.
“Bjorn,” she moaned, her body writhing. Astrid couldn’t control herself. She was moving, riding his fingers while seeking out that painful bliss that she knew he could give her.
Instead, he continued to bring her to the very edge, only to back off so she couldn’t quite reach that pivotal wonder. She was almost overheated now, her body coated in a fine sheen of sweat. Every time he exhaled, the air from his breath felt ice cold on her skin.
And then finally, finally, he rose above her. She could sense how hesitant he was, but also how desperately he wanted her.
She didn’t even jump when his cock pressed against her opening. The piercing at the tip was strange, but no stranger than his claws had been the first time she’d felt them.
“Gods,” he grunted, his hips giving a little buck that unseated his cock. It slid up and over her mound, dragging wonderfullyagainst her clit until he notched himself once more. “You feel so good.”
The head of him sank into her, the pressure startling because it wasn’t like his fingers at all. This was a foreign feeling. A wonderful feeling. A fullness and a tightness that spread throughout her entire body. She had thought she was warm before, but now she was an inferno as he moved at a glacial pace. She wanted more. Wanted movement, thundering slaps as he slammed into her over and over again. She wanted to feel the passion that she could sense simmering right under his skin.
Her magic rose to the surface, pulling and tugging at his desire even as he let out a sound that was all too similar to a whine.
“Don’t do that, Astrid.” His breath puffed against her neck. “I’m barely holding on to my control as it is.”
But she didn’t want his control. She wanted...
She just wanted.
So she plucked with her magic, weaving her own need into his until his hips jerked forward and he was flush against her. The tight pain of it was over in an instant, and then all she could feel was him. Breathing hard, she sank her teeth into his shoulder and then rolled her hips against him.
“More,” she whispered. “More, more, more.”
He was never one to disappoint. Bjorn slid out of her in one smooth glide that dragged his cock piercing along her inner walls. There was a certain section that made her seize up. It felt so good there, shockingly good, better than anything else had felt before.
She swore she felt his grin against her neck before he plunged into her again. One hard thrust, a feeling she would probably regret tomorrow, but then bliss. Aching, wonderful bliss as he bottomed out again, and that piercing somehow made it better in every way.
“Fuck,” he grunted, moving on his own now. There was a pace to it, a rhythm that they found together that made every part of her fracture.
The glide, the slow thrust, it rewrote everything she knew about pleasure. His whispered praises continued to make every part of her vibrate.
“You feel so good.”
“Every part of you is... perfect. Gods, Astrid, you’re perfect.”
