Page 91 of The Viking in the Vault
My mate is about to come on my cock.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips. “Come for me now, Elena.”
She shatters.
Her body locks up, her walls clenching so tightly around me that my vision blurs, my control slipping. I plow into her, deep, hard, rough, and she takes it,loves it. Her cries echo through the pod, my name on her lips, and I don’t stop; I keep moving, fucking her through it, her arousal coating my cock as she takes all of me.
I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my days.
“Elena,” I rasp, beginning to lose my rhythm. I’ll come soon, fill her… “I need…”
She tilts her head up, presses her lips to mine, her hands cupping my face.
“I want it,” she whispers. “Give me everything.”
And I do.
With a final, broken moan, I spill myself inside her, and I promise myself I will give her everything—my body, my heart, my soul.
I collapse against her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure crashes through me, drowning me in her. My mate. My fenvarra. My everything.
Elena trembles beneath me, her body still pulsing around my cock, milking every last drop of my release. I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, overwhelmed by the intensity of it.
Of us.
The heat lingers, a slow, molten pleasure that settles deep in my bones. I cradle her against me, pressing my lips to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. I never want to stop touching her.
I slip a hand beneath her back, rolling us to the side so she isn’t crushed beneath my weight, grabbing a pillow to rest my antlers comfortably. Elena lets out a small, satisfied sound, her body pliant, boneless, completely spent. I pull her against my chest, holding her close, my cock still nestled inside her, unwilling to part from her warmth just yet.
The silence between us is thick with sated exhaustion. I feel the rapid beat of her heart begin to slow, her fingers tracing mindless patterns across my skin.
I close my eyes, exhaling slowly.
She is mine.
And I am never letting her go.
After a long moment, she sighs, her breath a soft, contented whisper against my throat. “I think you broke me,” she mumbles.
A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. “I did warn you.”
She shifts slightly, her body still wrapped around me, and I groan at the sensation of her tightening around my softened length. I am still hard enough to take her again, and the thought tempts me—gods, it tempts me—but I can feel her exhaustion.
I press a kiss to her brow, sliding my hands down her back, kneading gently at her muscles. “Sleep, fenvarra.”
Elena hums a little in response, but she doesn’t move to pull away. Instead, she snuggles closer, her breath warm against my chest, her fingers drifting idly through the hair at the base of my neck.
I feel her relax completely.
I have never known peace like this.
Holding her, feeling her melt into me, knowing that she is mine.
As the warmth of exhaustion tugs at me, I wrap my arms around her and press my lips to the top of her head.
“I love you,” I murmur, the words escaping before I can stop them.
Elena stills. A single heartbeat. Two. Three.
