Page 73 of A Curse Carved in Bone
I trembled, my body all contrasts of hot and cold, but every part of me heavy with anticipation as he pushed my thighs wider still, loweringme farther still. Each breath I took was ragged, because each breath he took seared against the most intimate part of me. His fingers traced up and down my bare legs, driving me so wild that I fought the urge to scream because if I did not have release, I would surely burn to ash from the inside out.
Then his tongue stroked up my sex, lingering on the most sensitive part before he whispered, “Come for me, Born-in-Fire. I want to taste you while you scream my name at the stars.”
He pushed my knees apart until my thighs ached, and then he consumedme.
The wind caught my sob of pleasure and tore it away to the wilds of the sea as he laid claim to my body, his tongue inside me before laying siege to my clit, each suck, each stroke, driving me closer to climax.
I dug my nails into my own thighs, my breasts, desperate to hold on to something while I rode him, the ache between my thighs so fierce my body shook.
The wave of my desire crested with such violence that I screamed, howled his name, overcome with sensation as though I knelt at the brink between life and death. Which perhaps I did. Over and over the waves surged through me until I could scarcely breathe.
I slid my hips back and collapsed against him, my skin icy where the wind had kissed it, the heat of him almost painful. His heart hammered beneath my ear, arms warm as they wrapped around me, but the feel of his cock pressing against my liquid heat was fuel for the desire that still raged inside ofme.
Lifting my body, I gave him a feral smile, then began to kiss my way down his chest. Down the hard ridges of his abdomen, each intake of breath filling me with wicked delight as my mouth found his cock. I circled it with my tongue, smiling when he groaned, then took him into my mouth. He was long and thick, but I took him as deep as I could, tasting the salt of him as my hands explored his body.
“Freya,” he groaned. “You have a wicked little mouth.”
I only rolled my eyes up to look at him, then scraped my teethgently over his tip, his back bowing as I whispered, “What are you going to do about that?”
“Nothing.” His fingers tangled in my hair. “There is nothing about you I would change.”
A warmth different from desire filled me, because I knew that I was a flawed woman. That there were parts of me that were not good. Yet Bjorn loved me as I was, wanted me to be who I was rather than to shape me into something else, the way so many other people had tried.
I wanted him to know that I felt the same way about him. That despite everything, good and bad, I loved him as he was. Wanted him as he was.
So I showed him.
Took him deep in my mouth again, tasting and relishing him, my fingers exploring the hard lines of his body. Traced the scars and tattoos, reaffirming that he was mine and that I’d never be parted from him again. We’d be together now until we walked into Valhalla, then together for whatever came next.
“Freya,” he groaned, and I knew he was close. Could feel the tension in him. But rather than allowing himself release, Bjorn pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, his tongue stroking over mine. “You are mine, Born-in-Fire,” he growled, “and I will have all of you.”
He rolled, and I found myself on my hands and knees, Bjorn behind me. My whole body quivered as he drew my hair over my back, the wind gusting over my hardened nipples and my fingers digging into the ground.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispered, his large hands gripping my hips and his thumbs pressing into the muscle of my arse. He pulled me against him, his knees on either side of mine, his cock pressing against me. “Use your magic, Freya. I want to see you while I make you mine.”
“Hlin,” I whispered, “lend me your power.”
Magic surged into me and out through my hands, spilling across the ground in a silver glow. My body was liquid fire, knowing he could see the most intimate parts of me making my breath come in rapid gaspsbecause I needed him in me. Needed to be joined with him in every possible way.
Bjorn’s fingers tightened on my hips, drawing me back, and a sob tore from my lips as he pressed into me. Inch by delicious inch, until my body could take no more of him.
“Mine,” he breathed, one hand moving around my hip, and I whimpered as his finger circled my clit.
My release was already rising, the snow melting and running down my body in rivulets, juxtaposed with the burning heat of him inside me. My magic seemed to pulse with my heart, silver light climbing the walls of our prison, reaching up to the sky.
He pulled out, then thrust into me again, and I whimpered as he found his rhythm. My arms shuddered with the strain of holding myself up against his strength, but gods, I wanted more. Wanted everything, and I pushed back against him, taking him deeper.
His fingers matched the intensity of his thrust, stroking against my clit, and the aching rise of my climax was a river against a dam on the verge of collapse. My heart was hammering, my eyes filled with nothing but silver light, and I felt like I was drowning and it wouldn’t matter if I never took another breath.
His thrusting intensified, and the desperate need in it shattered my control. A cry tore from me as I surrendered to the release. Bjorn screamed my name as he climaxed, arm wrapping around my hips and his cock driving so deeply into me that my back bowed.
I gasped for breath as pleasure claimed me, stealing away my strength, my body limp.
“Freya.” Bjorn’s arm moved up my torso, lifting me so that my back was pressed against his chest, the light of my magic winking out. He was still in me, still pulsing, and I shuddered against the overwhelming sensations as the darkness wrapped around us like velvet.
“I love you,” he said, and I turned my head, feeling my temple brush against the stubble of his chin as I whispered, “You have my heart.”
It felt as though time stood still. There was nothing but the gentlefall of snow around us, the wind in the distant trees, and the roar of the sea beyond. A moment that I might wish would last, for we were finally together.
