Page 20 of The Holly King's Sacrifice

“When a woman is drenched in your blood after saving your life, you do not shame her for that,” Ulfric says. “Indeed, you should praise her.Worshipher. Now come here.”

I do as he says, crawling closer until his good arm wraps around me. The other is still healing, and I’m careful not to touch it when it seems like whatever they put on it is still extracting the venom. Ulfric lets out a contented sigh as I rest against his chest, already feeling too warm in my thermal.

I don’t want to move, though; I’m just glad he’s okay.

He doesn’t speak, and I’m too afraid to move. I don’t want to break the peace of this moment, even as I start to sweat through my shirt.

“You’re burning up,” Ulfric mumbles into my hair.

“It’s warm.”

His hand slides down my shoulder, over my chest. I guess our minds are in the same place, since his big hand cups my breast through my sweater.

“Rest here with me, fair one,” he murmurs. “Make yourself at ease.”

I suck in a breath. “You’re injured.”

“And in any other circumstances, I would wait until I healed,” he says. “But I yearn for you to such an extent that I fear my desire will kill me if I cannot have you.”

I extract myself from his embrace, meeting his eyes. I still want an explanation about what’s going on—and Odran suggested Ulfric tell me, so I’m sure he will—but he’s not the only one who’s been starved for this moment. Now that we’re alone and out of eminent danger, my desire surges back to life. He keeps his silver gaze trained on me, his tongue sliding over his lips in anticipation.

So I banish my insecurities about how dirty I am, how inexperienced, how nervous—and I pull my thermal off over my head.

I’m not wearing anything underneath; the Skoll didn’t have a store of underwear with their supply of clothes. Ulfric drinks me in, his eyes roaming over every curve and imperfection. He keeps his gaze trained on me when I get up to step out of my leggings, sliding them down over my thighs and stepping out to toss them to the corner. His chest rises and falls slowly, while it feels like my breaths are coming at a mile a minute. I freeze under his stare, my fingers curling as I wonder what to do with my hands.

“You are a sight to behold,” he rumbles. “To be celebrated.”

He’s been covered with a thin blanket this whole time, but his cock is prominent underneath, upright, long, and thick. Ulfric beckons to me and I move forward as if entranced, my eyes flitting to his length.

“Can I…can I see it?” I ask quietly.

He smiles, his eyes burning with desire. With his good arm, he moves the blanket aside and his cock springs free. I’ve never seen one before, but this isn’t what I expect—ribbed with bronze, and so thick that I’m not sure I could wrap my fingers all the way around. Ulfric takes himself in hand and strokes himself, and a bead of silver-white appears at the tip.

“I am yours to do with as you wish,” he says. “Touch where you will; look where you will. I am in your debt.”

I lick my lips slowly as I look at him, wondering what he tastes like. He smells like peppermint and holly, and I’m practically salivating looking at him. “I want you to teach me,” I breathe.

“You and your questions…dear, inquisitive Aspen,” he murmurs. “Come for your lesson—and I will show you all I know of pleasure.”

I get to my knees on the bed and crawl toward him, my breasts hanging heavy as they sway beneath me. He waits and watches, reaching out slowly to cup my left breast in his hand. I whimper at his touch, my back arching as he rolls one nipple between his fingers.

“You have never been touched in this way?” he asks.

“Never.”

“Gods, if only I could use both hands,” he says. “When next we make love, I will revere every inch of your sweet body, Aspen. But for now…we will make do.”

He twists my nipple and I thrust my chest toward him, letting out a cry. Though his injured arm still rests at his side, every other muscle on Ulfric’s body is taut, his cock twitching as I get closer. I look up and down his hulking, muscular body, unsure of where to even start.

He tugs gently on my nipple, capturing my attention.

“How I have longed to nestle my face between your thighs,” he breathes. “Come to me, and let me taste you.”

I blush bright red, even as pleasure surges in the pit of my stomach. “But your arm—”

“No more excuses, Aspen,” he growls, his hand reaching out to grasp my thigh. I groan when his fingers slide over my pussy, coating his digits in my arousal. I’m so wet that I ache. “If you do not wish for this, you must tell me—and I will cease. Otherwise…come.”

He slides slightly down the pillows, his lips parted as he watches me come closer. I lift myself to kneeling and hesitate for a moment beside him, his eyes flickering down to my core.

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