Page 99 of A Light So Blinding
“Bjorn,” she whispered. “Are you just going to stare at me?”
“No, bright one.” He met her gaze and grinned, although he knew the expression looked wicked. “Did you know troll saliva has healing properties?”
“That sounds like something you’ve made up.”
“It’s not made up. It won’t close a wound, but it certainly will help it heal. Now, let me help you.”
He bent and sucked one of those pretty pink beads into his mouth. He’d done this to her before, but still it felt like the first time every time. At her gasp, he couldn’t help himself. Stopping was entirely out of the question as he swirled his tongue around her nipple and swore it tasted just like sugar. As obsessed as he was, he wasn’t surprised her entire body tasted like some forbidden candy to him.
Astrid’s hands came up, gripping his horns as he alternated between her breasts. He should stop. He should focus. He should get her pierced so that the nerves wouldn’t overrun her and ruin this moment, but also, he didn’t want to stop.
He wanted to taste her. Devour her. Destroy every bit of nerves in her body until all she could do was writhe on the island in front of him. Fuck the piercings. Fuck everything but this moment between them.
Bjorn trailed his hand up one of her thighs, growling low under his breath when she automatically parted them for him. It was so easy to slide his fingers between her legs.
She was already soaked, because of course she was. This perfect creature was made for him, it seemed. And he would worship her until the very end of his days.
The little noises she made drove him wild. The little whimpers, the sounds of her pleasure as he plunged his fingers into her, made him not quite able to think straight. But he had a job to do. A job that wasn’t supposed to be just this.
He released one of her nipples, blowing on it so it hardened enough to pierce. They were both breathing hard by the time he pressed his thumb to her clit, gently rubbing back and forth in the way he’d already discovered made her pant.
“The first one is going to hurt,” he said, leaning down and biting at her flesh. “But you’re going to come when I pierce the second.”
“What?” she breathed.
He had done this many times in his life. Not nipples, but he’d pierced more trolls than he could count. All of them had. Bjorn had pierced his own cock. It was very quick for him to snag the needle, line it up, and then thread it through her flesh.
The curse she let out made him wince. It was bound to hurt. This was a sensitive part of her body, and he knew for certain that a distraction was helpful in situations like this.
So he leaned down to her non-pierced nipple and went to work again. He circled her clit with his thumb, his fingers working her once again. This time he took his time, spiraling her higher and higher.
He kept his head about him. Every time her breathing turned ragged, he kept doing whatever had made her excited. He spun her tighter and tighter, feeling her clenching around his fingers until she was right at the edge. Just enough so that he was certain she would do as he told her.
Ducking between her legs, he licked her, devoured her, using his teeth and tongue to keep her right on the edge until he could surge up and kiss her mouth. She clung to him, her hands wrapped around his horns as she desperately kissed him back.
And he was right. She came the moment he pierced the second nipple. Her moans were both pleasure and pain, a memory that she would never, ever forget.
Bjorn leaned back to look at her, thighs wide, cheeks and chest bright red from pleasure, with needles threaded through each of her nipples. Gods, he’d never seen anyone more perfect for him. There was no other woman more beautiful, more brave, more daring in everything that she did.
He was a lucky, lucky man. A man who didn’t deserve her, but he intended to spend the rest of his life proving that he could be worthy of her.
Leaning down, he kissed her one more time. Gently, now. Using his lips to ease her back down into reality as she stared up at him in shock.
“Wow,” she whispered. “That’s not what I thought it would be like.”
“I still have to put the piercings in,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s just the needle.”
“Oh.” Astrid looked down at her chest, and he had the pleasure of watching her face turn even deeper red. “I didn’t think I’d like them so much.”
What an utterly ridiculous thing to say after what had just happened. Bjorn tilted his head back and laughed, the sound coming from deep inside him as he shook his head. “Astrid...” He had no idea what to say to her after that declaration. “Hold on to my horns. This is going to hurt too.”
He chose the gold bars, even though he didn’t like them without stones. Silver wasn’t good enough for her. He wanted his bright one to be adorned in gold.
Thirty-Eight
Astrid
Astrid had known this little bubble of happiness would disappear. They weren’t lucky enough to come to Trollveggen and then simply live out their lives, happy and unaffected by anyone and everyone else around them.
