Page 21 of The Holly King's Sacrifice

“I’m…are you sure?” I ask.

“Are you?” he shoots back.

He doesn’t touch me again; I know that I have to make this choice for myself if we’re going to move forward with it. So I gingerly loop my leg over him, sitting on his broad chest.

My cheeks are painted red as he takes me in, one big hand settling on my knee and sliding up my thigh. Ulfric’s gaze is hazy with need, squeezing my thigh close to my core, and I rock against him. Like this, I’m put on full display, the light from the hearth and from a lamp beside the bed concealing nothing.

“You are so ashamed of your nakedness,” he murmurs, his thumb finding my clit. I rock my hips toward him, rolling my head back. “Why? When you could revel in it…embrace it. You are beautiful as a winter’s day, Aspen.”

“They always told me it was…” I gasp when he slides his finger along my slit, finds my opening, pushes gently inside. “…shameful.”

“Your shame should be joy,” Ulfric says. “Bask in the pleasure we share, fair one.”

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of me, his thumb on my clit. It hits a spot that makes my hips twitch toward him, and his mouth descends on me in that moment. His tongue thrashes at my clit and I moan as I rock against his face, abandoning all shame, all doubts. His lips suck at my sex, our moans and the sounds of our colliding bodies creating a profane symphony. Ulfric grips my backside with his uninjured hand, grinding me against his face until I lose myself in the clash.

My whole body spasms as I roll my hips, Ulfric’s tongue working at my clit, his silver eyes gazing up at me. His fingers twitch inside and send me spiraling once again, riding him desperately. His thick fingers aren’t enough to satisfy, though the pleasure is nearly overwhelming.

I’m still aching when he slows his pace and I settle back onto his chest. He withdraws his fingers and licks them one by one, his dark beard glimmering with my arousal.

“Your desire is delicious,” he rumbles, and I feel his voice shoot through me, every single nerve on fire. “Will you ride my cock now, fairest one? Let me show you how deep we can feel each other?”

I nod, taking a harsh breath. “I want that.”

“Then sit astride me, Aspen,” he murmurs. “Use my waiting cock to sate your need.”

I move down his body, groaning when he raises his hand to grasp my breast. It’s like he uses that as a distraction from my anxiety—to keep me from falling into shame once again. He makes me wanton and ready, my core so coated with arousal that I don’t think I can stand not to have him inside me. I hesitate when I feel his thick head prodding at my center, blanching. His hand falls to my hip, steady and strong.

“Only if you want this,” he breathes, though I can tell he’s barely holding it together. “I will not touch you otherwise.”

“Will it hurt?” I ask.

“For one so brave and bold as you, Aspen?” he says, gazing into my eyes. “No—you will feel only pleasure.”

His other hand comes to rest on my opposite hip—weaker, but still steady. I glance at it in concern, but he squeezes my flesh gently, bringing me to hover over his cock.

“Take me at your pace, fairest,” he says. “And let me fill you with the heat between us.”

His words and his voice and his gentle touch ease my fears, and I kneel over his cock, letting the head brush my entrance. My legs spread wide, I find that it doesn’t hurt at all as he pushes inside—though the feeling is strange and stretching. My muscles clench around him and he stills me with his hands, his eyes squeezing shut and his jaw tightening.

“Gods,” he breathes. “Your cunt is perfect.”

I’ve barely even moved, but he looks euphoric. I move slightly more, resting my hand on his broad chest, and his lips part.

And I realize that this is a kind of power—power over this massive, looming warrior. I thought that he was the one who would dominate me, but I hold his pleasure in the palm of my hand.

“Ulfric,” I breathe. “Look into my eyes…please.”

His eyes open, blazing silver. His grip tightens on my hips, but he doesn’t move otherwise. “Glorious woman,” he growls. “You hold me between agony and ecstasy.”

I slide further down him, groaning as he splits me in two. I feel dizzy with desire, the ribbed texture of his cock forming perfectly and filling me exactly where I need to be touched. Ulfric’s clutching hands squeeze harder, and it’s like I can feel the strength returning to him.

And suddenly, I’m speared on his cock, settling our hips together.

I move experimentally, feeling the way he fills me. Ulfric moans in pleasure, grasping my hips as only a gentle lover would. His touch is hot and needy, but never demanding, telling me that I am safe. I’m reminded of the way he wrapped his arms around me on our journey into the forest, and even of the way he held my thigh when he flung me over his shoulder that first night together.

Ever since we met, he has held me with a lover’s touch.

I should have known from the start that fate had a hand in this.

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