He was over her, between her legs, his weight held on his elbows. “We are man and wife. Thiswillhappen.”
She stared up into his eyes. The depths glinted with longing.
“And I believe you are ready,” he said.
“But how do you know, Ravn?”
“Because your cunny is wet. It is a gift from the goddess Freya so that a man’s cock can glide into a woman’s body and it be pleasurable for both parties.”
“A gift from Freya?”
“Ja.” He dropped a kiss to her lips and his cock tip nudged her entrance.
She tensed.
“No, relax. You must relax.”
“But I don’t know if I can fit you inside me.” She tensed and balled her hands into fists.
“You can. You will.” He pushed forward a little more, gaining purchase.
“Ravn.” She gripped his shoulders.
“Relax, give into it.” He frowned. “And tell me when you have.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
She nodded and cupped his cheek. “I can do this.”
“I know you can.” He paused. “Are you ready?”
“Aye.”
“So tell me what you want.” There was a note of tension in his voice, as though holding back were suddenly taking a supreme effort.
“I want…”
“Say it.”
“I want you. I want your cock inside me.” And as she’d spoken, she’d realized it was what she wanted most in the world. To truly connect with her new husband—the only husband she would ever want or need. And it dawned on her: three years wouldn’t be enough time with him.
Chapter Fourteen
Ravn stared downat Carmel’s pretty face. Her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink and her were eyes wide with curiosity and need. “I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“I know,” she whispered.
In the name of Odin, he hoped he could keep that promise. His cock ached with the need to drive deep and feel her wet pussy hugging his length. His balls were painfully tight with desire and he felt as though his blood were neat lust coursing through his veins.
He pushed forward into her tightness.
Her eyes widened and she hitched in a breath.
“It will feel so good,” he managed, a tremble going down his spine. Holding back was agony of the most exquisite kind.
“I want you to do it.”