Page 65 of Storm of Fury
Heat flared beneath her skin as she opened her eyes and slid her hands over his shoulders. “We’ll both regret this.”
“Never,” he told her, lowering his face to hers.
The second her mouth met his, a lash of lightning shattered across the horizon. She felt the twist of it deep within her as Tormund captured her backside and hauled her close. Every inch of his wet, sleek body slid against hers, but it was the hungry demand of his mouth that stole her breath.
He kissed as if he’d spent a lifetime dreaming of this moment.
He kissed as if he intended to make her forget everything—the hole in her heart, the promise Solveig had given her, and even the hopes she had. For a second, some part of Bryn wanted to lean into his arms and never let go.
And this was the danger of the man.
It was far too easy to imagine a future without him and she didn’t like that future. At all.
Bryn drew back with a gasp, raking her nails down his forearms. He captured her hips, as if sensing her withdrawal, and they stared into each other’s eyes.
“No regrets,” he told her. “Just this.”
How easy it sounded.
She closed her eyes and felt the brush of his lips at her temple.
Something akin to desperation broke within her like a storm. She couldn’t control herself. She pressed into his hands, into his touch. Tormund’s hair felt like wet silk in her hands, and Bryn moaned as she wrapped both thighs around his hips and ground herself against him.
“Jesus.” The word was torn from him in a ragged gasp.
But his hands were moving, stroking the curve of her spine and slowly marking their way south. His broad palm splayed across her bottom, and she could feel the storm building in the atmosphere around them, feel it building within.
The glory and fury of her Valkyrie self ignited.
A ragged sort of joy filled her as curtains of rain swept over them.
She’d been lost for so long, unable to embrace the immortality that had been stolen from her that she’d long felt like she lived a half-life. But Tormund brought the storm back into her grasp. She felt some part of her blossoming, coming alive for the first time in over a hundred years. And it was so terrifying and tremulous—the thought that she could lose it all again—that desperation drove her to drink of his mouth and press herself into his skin, so she no longer knew where he ended and she began.
Was it him?
Or was she somehow unknowingly throwing off the shackles that kept her immortal self contained?
She didn’t care.
Bryn kissed the rain from his skin, kissed the heat off his lips. Their tongues darted together, and the brutish length of his cock brushed against her entrance.Yes. She felt invincible. Felt as though she could finally shed the human prison that had contained her for far too long, if she just let him take her.
“Bryn.” Hands stroked her spine. Calming hands. “Bryn, easy, love. Easy.”
She didn’t want easy.
She wanted to be her old self again.
But he drew back, burying his face in her throat and quivering with suppressed need. A laugh rumbled through him. “I only meant to kiss you, I swear it.”
“A hell of a kiss,” she whispered with a broken voice.
He looked up and his eyes were full of stars. “A hell of a kiss.”
Bryn slid her palm through his hair, clenching her fingers in it. “And we’re not done yet. Make me forget my name. Make me forget… everything.”
“Never did a challenge sound so sweet.” He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, biting at her lower lip.
She lost herself in his arms, moaning as his cock rubbed between her thighs.Frigg’s breath. Every inch of them aligned, and her body practically screamed its desire. She wanted him. She wanted this.
