Page 122 of A Light So Blinding
He always seemed to love it when she begged. Two massive fingers suddenly plunged inside of her, stretching her near to bursting. A little shocked gasp escaped her even as his tongue found her clit once more. He circled it, so lightly she swore sometimes she didn’t feel his tongue at all until suddenly he pressed down hard.
She exploded. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, gripping him tightly, and she swore she could hear him making the same sounds she was making. A moan of pleasure, a grumbled curse as he sucked so hard it made a second orgasm chase the first.
He was holding her upright at this point. So he guided her onto the bed and laid her out like a banquet for him to feast upon.
She lifted her arms, reaching for him. But he stood instead of lying with her, Bjorn took off his shirt, revealing miles of muscle that made her want to sink her teeth into him. All that green, rippling muscle did was make her feel even more rabid for him.
But it was hard to do anything after he’d made her come twice. The languid feeling that filled her body made her muscles soft and her plan to seduce him even harder.
“Aren’t you coming here?” she asked, arching a brow and trying to look sexy on the bed while also feeling a bit like her limbs were made of water.
“I’m joining you, but I’m not done with you yet.”
“What?” Her brain wasn’t keeping up.
He crawled between her legs, dragging his tongue up her stomach and between her breasts. “I haven’t played with these yet,” he murmured against her skin. “And they do look so pretty on you.”
Her piercings? What did he mean play with them?
His tongue toyed with one, then the other, and it didn’t take long for her to realize what he meant. Pleasure spiked from the tips of each breast, zinging right down to her core. She hadn’t thought it was possible for her to be so riled up this quickly, but he played her like an instrument. Within minutes she was writhing beneath him, shocked at how much pleasure could come from two metal bars.
She’d never felt like this. Ever. There was pain and pleasure, mixing together until she couldn’t see straight. Astrid grabbed onto his horns, thankful for something to grasp at because her hands needed something to do. Her body wasn’t listening to her. She wanted... needed... something. Anything. Friction in every part of her body because what he was doing was only winding her up tighter and tighter, beyond what she had thought she could do.
She feared she’d break if he kept going. Her mind or her body, one or the other. She was going to shatter into a thousand pieces and never put herself back together. She’d die if he kept going because she so desperately needed to jump off that cliff, but it just kept gettinghigher.
“Please,” she whimpered, unsure of what else to say.
“Please what, wife?”
Astrid was incoherent. She didn’t even know what she was asking, but then she felt his fingers between her legs and that—that was what she needed. Again he sank them into her, the tips of his fingers curling to press against a spot deep inside her that only he had found.
She arched, her back coming off the bed as she splintered into pieces once again. A third time, this one so much stronger than the other two. She’d thought her orgasms would get softer, but no. This one was so much more powerful.
Breathing hard enough that it felt like her heart was beating out of her chest, she finally blinked to see him staring at her with a pleased expression.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.
“Waiting for you to look at me so we can keep going.”
She swore her face went white. “Keep going?”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
And he wasn’t. Astrid lost track of how many times he made her spiral out of control that night. Over and over again, nevereven thinking about himself until she was begging, pleading for his cock.
Maybe that was what he wanted. Once she was a whimpering mess, he stood again and took off his pants.
The cock he revealed was so hard, it had to be painful. The veins stood out in stark relief, and when he palmed it, white dripped from the tip to land on her belly. She wanted to rub it in, even though that thought shocked her.
Bjorn pressed his hand flat to her belly, holding her still as he notched the massive head of his cock between her folds. She could feel cool metal against her skin, and knew exactly what it would do to her once he slid home.
She’d thought he would ram it in—she would have welcomed that—but instead, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” he said as he slid just the tip inside of her. Allowing her to get used to his size once again.
Then he slid in a little more and kissed her again. “I love you.”
More and more he fed her his cock, bit by bit, repeating that he loved her with every single movement. She was blinded by him. They could have been attacked again, and all she would be able to think about was how much he loved her, and how much she loved him back.
By the time he was fully inside her, stretching her to the point of almost painful fullness, she was radiating love from every pore. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him as tightly as she could.
