Page 15 of Valkyrie Restored

“Tut, tut, tut. I thought I told you to lay still.” He slid one eyebrow up towards his hairline as he stared down at me.

Fuuck. His show of dominance had my breaths coming in pants as I lowered my head back to the bed as fast as I could.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips before sliding them down my body, but never touching it. He passed over one nipple, hovering over it as he blew on it, drawing the peak tighter until I almost cried from the pain of it trying to rip through the lace. Then just when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he swiped at with his tongue.

Just one lick.

One.

But it was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head as the air hit the moist lace, giving me a whole new sensation.

I prayed he’d do it again, but my prayers went unanswered as he continued to travel down my body. Only this time it wasn’t just his breath that he used to torment me. It was also his tongue… lips… and teeth.

A lick here. A kiss there. And a little nip somewhere else. Always in a new spot. Never in a straight line. But always marching in a downward trajectory, building my suspense and eagerness for him to go lower.

When he reached my waist band, he didn’t hesitate or stop to seek my approval. With a flick of his wrist, he had the button popped, the zipper down, and was sliding them down my hips and thighs, taking my panties with them, baring me to his eyes.

And when they were off, discarded on the floor, he pounced, spreading my legs wide enough to fit his shoulders as he climbed in between my legs while his mouth did all sorts of wonderful things with my lower lips and clit. His tongue swiped through my folds, pressing against my clit for a split second before sliding up into me. He thrust his stiffened tongue in and out as if it was his dick while his nose rubbed back and forth across my button, bringing my higher and higher.

My breath came in pants. I knew he told me not to move, but I needed an anchor. I needed to touch him, to know that none of this was a dream. I slid my fingers through his unbraided hair, yanking on it.

He stopped.

A whine left my throat at the loss.

He stared up at me until I let go of his hair, moving them to the bedspread where I gripped it tight enough, I worried it would rip.

“Good girl,” he praised me as he used his tongue to circle my clit while his gaze never left mine.

I bit my lip as he ramped me up again. With one hand, he held my folds open, allowing his tongue to get in deeper, letting my air brush the wet skin. With the other, he speared me, using two fingers and then three and then four to stretch me as his mouth went back to work, tonguing, licking, nipping, and kissing until everything exploded. Waves of pleasure flowed through me. Sore leg? What leg? I felt nothing as I floated. Only the weight of his body as he climbed up mine kept me anchored to this world.

He hovered over me in a quasi-plank position. His dick—When did he lose his clothes?—brushed against me, drawing out moans from my lips. He did it again, wetting himself with my fluid until I was crying for him to impale me. And with a quick thrust, he buried himself inside me.

“Fuuuccck,” I cried out as he sent me into another orgasm.

He held still as it washed over me. But as it started to taper off, he moved, pulling almost all the way out before shoving himself back in, driving me deeper into the bed.

“Please, Hurrit. More.” I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. I wanted him deeper, harder. I wanted us to not know where I began, and he ended. I wanted him to make sure that tomorrow I’d feel the stretch, the burn, and know that he’d branded me on the inside. That I was his.

He grunted and sped up. When I released my grip on the bedspread and used my hands to yank on his long, black hair, and to claw at his back, he didn’t stop. In fact, he sped up, driving deeper, harder into me. The leather thong with a horseshoe pendant that he always wore around his neck, swung against my chest, leaving a deep tingle everywhere it touched.

And when he slipped one of his hands between us to play with my clit, I hurled off the edge of the cliff into a free fall dive from heights I’d never experienced before. The world went black. Silence reined. I didn’t even hear my own heartbeat for a minute. Everything was numb.

Then I heard him roar. I felt his warm release spurt inside me, painting me, claiming me with his scent.

It sent me flying once more.

But this time, the black stayed black.

11

Arran

I pushedthrough the front door of my house, slamming it against the side of the house. Where was she? On my way back from the marina where I’d taken out a small charter, I’d stopped by Elin’s to talk. It had been a couple of days since I’d seen her, and I missed her. The ache from not seeing her, not hearing her voice, or smelling her delicious scent was like having a small pebble in your shoe and not being able to stop and fish it out. It didn’t hurt, but you were always aware of it.

The smell of sex, of Elin slammed into me, stopping me in my tracks. Could it be? Had Hurrit given in? Had Elin? A shot of jealousy raced through my veins, singeing them.Woah. Where did this come from?I’d never felt jealous before of any of the women that Hurrit bedded in the past so why was I jealous now?

It took a second for me to realize that I wasn’t just jealous of Hurrit, but also of Elin. I wanted them both and as happy as it made me to assume that they’d had sex, I’d wanted to be there, to be a part of it.

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