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“I’m all right,” I answer as I press myself to him, breathing in his warm scent. I feel his rough, calloused hand stroking my back over and over.
Even though I am entirely spent, I’m still hungry for his touch. I guide his hand from my back to my rear and whisper, “More.”
He responds with a rough laughter and kisses the top of my head. “I never want to stop playing with you.” His voice is so soothing as it rumbles in my ear. It’s hard to hide my smile when he holds me tightly against his chest. I don’t remember why I was afraid in the first place.
I want to stay in this bed with him forever, but I have to check if the Arawynn bond has formed. I leave his warm embrace and carry my trembling legs to the mirror, swaying a little in my steps.
But there is no Arawynn tattoo marring my body nor his.
Chapter 18 Rhianelle
Icheck myself again and again in the mirror. It makes no sense. We’ve consummated the marriage. The Arawynn bond usually reveals itself instantly. I must have done something wrong.
Svenn sits at the edge of the bed, gazing straight at me. His expression grows in hunger as he devours me with his dark crimson eyes. I do a little staring of my own as I study his broad frame and the perfectly sculpted muscle of his body. My eyes journey further down to his thick erection. He is still stiff, hard as wood.
A wave of shame goes through me. I was so wrapped in my own pleasure that I didn’t check if he was enjoying himself as much as I was.
I run back into his arms. My hands roam over his hard chest with more confidence now that I know he wants me. There’s an odd sense of familiarity I feel with him. It’s like finding a long-lost friend; like finding a missing part of me.
“Let’s give this another go,” I suggest, twining my arms around his neck.
His laughter is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. “You’re insatiable.”
I was dead inside for years after Aerin’s death. But when the vampire—Svenn was chasing me in the woods, I realized something. I want to live. Not just survive.
I want to feel alive.
“This time, just have your way with me. Don’t hold back.” I feel a tingle of butterflies in my stomach over my own challenge.
He holds my gaze for a moment longer. “I thought you wanted ’Svenn’?”
“Now…I just want you,” I say playfully, planting a soft kiss on his jaw. That request seems to be his undoing. There is a predatory glint in his eyes as he pulls me to bed.
“On your hands and knees,” his voice is a low, dark demand.
In a quick motion, he flips me until I’m on all fours on the mattress. The sheets ruffle as he gets off the bed to stand behind me. It’s a little scary knowing how much control I’ve given him. The vulnerability I feel in this position alone should make me back out.
But I feel completely safe with Svenn. Because despite being resurrected from a thousand-year-old slumber, despite his language barrier, he understood when I told him no back in the forest.
I trust him.
It’s the knowing he will stop when it ceases being fun for me. He trails a finger along the groove of my back, kissing each of my shoulder blades with infinite care.
There is no gentle easing into it this time. He slams into me straight to the hilt. Pleasure ignites every inch of my body, curling my spine down to my toes. I squirm and writhe from the assault of sensations. He bends forward and cups my cheeks with his fingers. I turn my head to him as directed and he kisses me hard.
“Are you with me?” he mutters to my lips.
“Yes,” I reply between gasps. I sink forward to the mattress when he releases me, unable to hold myself up. He grabs me by the hips, pulling me as he thrusts with fast, merciless strokes.
A long moan draws from my chest. Every sound coming from me is so indecent right now. I am so scared and embarrassed that the others outside may hear it. But it’s insanity trying to keep it down. Not when he’s pounding so deep like he’s trying to ingrain himself into me. I seize the pillow into my hands and turn my face to the side, screaming as the pleasure rolls into my body.
“Oh, gods!” I have no hope of concealing my voice now. Something tells me this is exactly what he wants.
“That’s it,” his voice drops to a purr.
I glance over my shoulder to have a peek at him. His features grow tight, his eyes glaze with lust as his head falls back. The vampire is enraptured in this as much as I am. Our gazes lock and I muster a weak smile.
“More,” I demand, rolling my hips in a slow grind against him.
