“Yes, I do.” Her breath came out in little gasps against his hard lips. “I want to stay. Here. With you.”
“I won’t give you a second chance.”
“I know.”
“Don’t ever say I didn’t warn you,” he said as his hands imprisoned her in a tight vise and his lips came crushing down on hers in a demanding kiss that cut straight to her core. Their mouths joined in a flurry of longing; their tongues sparred in a ritual as old as time itself. Olivia felt a sense of urgency rise from deep within her. It became so strong that she couldn’t help writhing her body against his in a wordless request.
A moan escaped her lips as he slid his hands down and pressed firm fingers into her buttocks, kneading, urging her to rock her body and arch her back in a sensual dance. Her head fell back, giving him access to her pulse; he licked it, covered her neck and shoulders with little nips and kisses as one hand came up to rest between her full breasts. Keeping her anchored with his other hand, he taunted her nipples then slid deft fingers around her side and traced her back in languorous strokes.
Leaning her backward a bit more, he swooped down and closed his mouth upon one of her nipples, moving over it as his tongue swirled the pebbled peaks. With the shock that provoked, she let out a strangled cry and almost came then and there. Sweet heaven! His hand returned to her breast to lightly pinch the other nipple, and his mouth rained kisses wherever it could reach. She locked her hands behind his neck, played with the inky curls at his nape. Her arousal reached boiling point as her cunt rubbed furiously against his thigh, begging for release.
“Yes, that’s it. Take it. Use me. That’s it.”
God, for once she felt truly beautiful—not just a little beautiful, but radiating beauty from the inside out. All thanks to the way he looked at her and touched her—with so much need and desire. With and without words, he told her—he couldn’t wait to taste her, fill her.
“Please…I want to feel your skin,” she said, needing him just as much.
She frantically grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, trying to pry it lose from his jeans.
“Patience, pet,” he said obligingly as he removed it in one graceful sweep. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his bare chest.
“I want you to go and sit at the edge of the bed.”
He gently eased her off him, tenderly kissing her mouth as she rose.
As she walked to the bed, she felt him watching enthralled, the deliberate, sexy sway of her full, round hips. Such a vixen she’d turned into!
She turned around and sat right where he demanded, curling one arm around one of the posters. By that time, he had already discarded the rest of his clothing and was standing before her, a magnificent, dark Viking warrior.
Powerful, flesh hewn from rock.
Ready.
His upper chest was lightly dusted with hairs as dark as the ones on his head. She followed their trail as they narrowed into a thin line traveling down his flat, chiseled stomach, into the thick mass that nestled around his cock. Her gaze was drawn to his rampant arousal. His thighs were muscular and strong, also sprinkled with dusky hair. What a masterpiece!
He looked at her intently, appreciatively.
“My God, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you.”
“Move a little further up towards the middle of the bed and open your legs for me. Do not lie down. I want to see all of you.”
His commanding tone made her even wetter than she already was, if that was humanly possible; she’d go insane if she didn’t come soon. Please, don’t make me wait.
Before she knew it, he was on his knees in front of her, pushing her legs farther apart till her pussy was fully exposed to his gaze. Once again, he took her nipples in his mouth, first one, then the other, and licked and suckled them until the tips were hard and taut.
She bit her lower lip to keep from telling him to hurry, placed her hands behind her on the bed and leaned on them.
He held her face in his palm, and caressed her chin and lower lip with his thumb.
“Don’t stop yourself from crying your pleasure. I want to hear your screams when you come. It’s just me and you, right here.”
He slid a hand around her neck, curling his fingers around her nape, holding it still.
She couldn’t look away.
Then he kissed her. Ate at her lips with a pressing urgency. Ran his hands over her breasts, pinched her nipples. Pure, animal heat.
“God, yes, yes. Please.”
“I want to taste you now. Been wanting to do that forever.”
He lowered his head, trailing his tongue down her stomach, then went lower still to her plump clit and moist flesh. Lifting her legs off the floor, he kept them as wide apart as possible and pushed them up towards her torso. She leaned further back on her forearms and watched him as his tongue flicked her clit once. Then again. And again. And again.