Page 53 of Heart of the Wolf
Leif leaned forward and kissed her belly, then her breasts, before claiming her mouth in a soft kiss that she melted into. Willingly, she parted her lips and sighed into him, welcoming the swipe of his tongue against hers.
When he pulled out, she whimpered, a furrow lining her brow. His cock slapped against his stomach, leakingevidence of his need to finish. Carefully, he lowered her legs to the bed, massaging the place where her hips and thighs met.
“Roll over,” he moaned. “On your knees and belly for me.”
Brielle fumbled like a new foal in spring, trying to walk for the first time as she struggled to do as he said. She heard the quiet, sweet laugh that fell from his lips. A warm palm slid up her spine when her knees sank into the bed. Pressure grew between her legs as he pushed between her shoulder blades until her chest and face were buried in the pillows.
“Beautiful. Mine.”
He bracketed her hips as he prodded at her entrance. Rough hands caressed over the swell of her ass, pleased sounds reverberating through him. Like before, he slammed into her in one stroke. She moaned into the furs, her fingers sliding through the material at the delicious stretch. He filled her so perfectly. Leif thrust into her hard and fast, unyieldingly—all his tenderness from before forgotten.
Nails bit into the skin at her hips, bruises appearing with the force of his strokes. He set a determined and maddening pace, her body already on the brink of destruction again.
Leif didn’t wish to draw out her pleasure like before. Instead, he demanded it, wringing it from her still worn-out form.
Obscene sounds filled their home, skin slapping against skin, wet and frantic. Her muffled sobs only spurred him on, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. Another orgasm shook her, surprising her with how quickly it came.
Brielle trembled, her legs threatening to give out with the weight of her release. The only thing keeping her upright was Leif’s hold on her hips.
Sweat trickled down her face and neck, a crushing exhaustion weighing heavily on top of her. Leif’s pace turned erratic, a primal sound shaking his shoulders.
Long fingers wrapped around her sweat-soaked curls, a slight pinch at her scalp as he tugged her face up by her hair. Brielle whimpered, her cunt still flexing with the remnants of her climax. The hand on her hip glided over until it cradled her belly before moving lower.
Fingers brushed over her clit, and she sobbed, trying to wiggle away. She was the burned wick of a candle with nothing left to give.
“Again. My kona will come three times before I do,” he commanded, faltering.
“I can’t,” she whined.
“Oh, you can,” he hissed through clenched teeth, rubbing her in steady circles. “My kona. My Dróttning.Strong. Beautiful. Fiery.” A snap of his hips punctuated each declaration. “One more for me, Brielle. One more, and then I will fill you. One more, and I will let you rest.”
Her back arched beautifully as he pulled on her hair.
High-pitched whines pierced the sound of their coupling, the fire consuming her. Leif whispered sweet praises, his hoarse voice laced with need.
“Fagr.”Beautiful.
“Fránn.”Glimmering.
“Mín.”Mine.
For a third time, her body rocked with the force of her release. It tore from deep within, sapping the last of her strength. Tears sprang from her eyes, streaking her crimson-stained cheeks, mixing with the sweat that gathered there.
Leif released her hair, and her chest collapsed onto the bed, weak and still shaking. His hands held her up, digging fresh bruises into her skin.
Frantic and primal sounds echoed above her as Leif chased his own climax.
“So perfect. So pretty,” he grunted, his cock swelling inside her. “And all mine.”
With a howl, Leif came, filling her to the brim as he promised. He fell over, covering her back with his chest, a thin sheen of sweat glistening between them. He pressedwet, open-mouthed kisses to whatever parts of her he could reach as he softened inside her.
Their fervent pants turned into steady breaths when Leif slipped out of her. Her core flexed at the loss, and Brielle whimpered at the cool sting of air rushing against her heated center.
Their combined release leaked from her, coating her thighs and the furs when Leif breathed a feral sound. Two fingers gathered his spend from her thighs, pushing it back inside. Brielle squeaked a slight noise of surprise, her apex aching with the intrusion.
“There is only one place this belongs, Brielle,” he said, moving his fingers to the other leg, gathering his release, and pushing it back into her. He kissed the small of her back. “Keep you full of me, hjartað mitt. Make sure it takes.”
She mumbled an agreeable sound, too tired to speak.
