Page 92 of The Heir
“Yes, I know, but you were so far gone in your arousal that you weren’t thinking straight, and neither was I. When I woke up this morning I wondered if you might regret what happened, and then you were so quiet on our way home that it made me worry that you might be upset with me.”
“I wanted you, Linea. I still do!”
“But you had specifically asked to wait, and it wasn’t fair of me to take it further than you wanted to go.”
I weaved our fingers together and turned my body to hers. “What I want is for you to realize that we are meant to be together.”
“I…”
Knowing that she would give me all sorts of reasons that we couldn’t marry, I stopped her with a kiss.
To my delight, she kissed me back.
We weren’t in France any longer, and the way she wrapped her arms around me proved that our attraction wasn’t a matter of our being affected by the French energy like she feared.
I kissed her with the longing I felt in my heart. Each kiss was a plea for her to accept me with all my flaws.
“Thor.”
Afraid of her objections, I began rambling. “I know you think my dad wants me to marry a pure Northlander, and he did, but it’s because he doesn’t know you. He’s afraid that with your background you don’t have the kind of love for the Northlands that it takes to be the ruler’s wife. But he knows that I love you and when he sees that you make me a better man, he’ll love you too. Look, I’ll admit that I have issues and shit to work on, but one thing that I am a hundred percent sure of is that I don't want you in a different country from me. If you marry me, I’ll devote my life to making you the happiest woman in the world. I know it scares you that I might be the ruler one day, but who knows… maybe it’ll end up being Freya instead of me. There are days when I wonder if I’m the right man for the job anyway.”
With a hand to my chest, Linea stopped me. “Close your eyes... that’s it. Now take a second and breathe deeply. Fill your chest with air and release it slowly. That’s right. Now, tell me how you see your future.”
With my eyes closed, I said, “When we were in France, Freya said something that resonated with me. She said that she and I were born to be public servants. It makes me think that being the ruler won’t be so much about being on top, but about committing to a job to improve quality of life for our people. Those months I spent in the Motherlands, I felt isolated and alone. I missed feeling like I was a part of something bigger than myself, part of a community with people who rely on me to be the best man I can be.
“I just need to figure out how I can be that man without feeling the burden of the pressure to be perfect.”
Linea spoke with a thoughtful expression on her beautiful face. “You can’t have a no-pressure job and be in charge at the same time. Responsibility is a serious matter. The important thing is that you make sure that there is some sort of balance between the serious parts of your life and the playful ones. Do you have something that offers you a sense of freedom within the constrained world of leadership?”
I answered without hesitation, “When I climb, I don’t worry about anything other than staying alive.”
“Good. What other things in life make you happy, besides climbing?”
“My dogs, my friends, sports, my family, and fast drones.”
Linea angled her head and I saw a ghost of sadness on her face. “The fact that I wasn't even on that list should tell you something, Thor.”
“That’s because all your rejections have landed you on my list of things that frustrate me. If you were to accept my offer, you would jump to the top of my list of things that make me happy.”
“What if I don’t make you as happy as you think I will?” There was a tiny smile on her lips that contradicted her objection.
I kissed her again and this time, I ventured from her mouth down her neck to the rest of her body.
Linea allowed me to undress her, and she even helped me pull off my pants. With her large duvet in my way, I pushed it to the floor and positioned her lying on the bed.
Every freckle on her body received loving attention from me as I kissed and suckled my way around her soft skin. I tried to be gentle, but the urgency in my heart to claim her made me nibble and bite her a few times.
The way she spread her legs and sighed with pleasure made me confident that she was enjoying my touch. Her soft moans grew deeper when I tasted her pussy and it filled me with pride when she weaved her hands into my hair and called my name.
I loved the taste of her, and the sounds she made drove me fucking insane with desire.
Unable to hold back any longer, I kneeled in front of her and pulled her up on my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Linea bit my lower lip and slid her tongue inside my mouth. My cock was pressed between our bodies but not yet inside her.
I groaned when she locked eyes with me while placing the tip of my cock at her entrance.
To prove my point that she couldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, I took a strong hold under her thighs and held her firmly in place. “Are you sure you want me inside you?”
“Yes.” Linea’s pupils were wide, and her lips slightly separated. “I want you inside me.”
