Lost in Barbarian Space(39)

Honor looked around and nodded. “It’ll do. She dropped to the floor and started opening her bag. “I’ve got some nutri-bars in here. They don’t taste that great, but they’ve got the nutrients we need to keep us going.” Her gaze ran up his body. “You look like you need a fair bit of energy, warrior.”

He grunted, sure he’d hate these nutri-bars. He decided his little warrior looked tired. He’d make sure she rested. After he’d devoured every inch of her, lodged his cock deep inside her body, and spilled his seed.

He was pleased the temperature down here was quite pleasant. He shrugged off his coat and laid it down on the floor before he sat down on it.

“Come here.”

At his low command, Honor froze. “I don’t do well with orders, barbarian.”

“I was warrior just a second ago, now I’m barbarian?”

“If the name fits.”

“Take your clothes off, Honor, and come here.”

She rose slowly to her feet, her gaze never leaving his. They stayed there, locked in a silent battle of wills.

But Colm was confident of winning. They both wanted this.

Finally, her hands went to her suit and pulled it off. Next, she slipped all the buttons of her shirt free, then shrugged the garment off. Her trousers followed. She glanced at him again, and then it only took her seconds to skim out of her underwear.

And then Honor Brandall stood above him, naked.

Colm sucked in a breath. She was strong, ripe with curves, and beautiful.

Her hands moved up her body, skimming over her belly and then cupping her breasts. She shot him a teasing smile and Colm groaned.

“Straddle me,” he growled.

“Bossy.” But she did as he asked. She took her time settling over him until the heat of her was pressed against his belly. His cock was so hard against his trousers that he felt like it would burst.

He surged upward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Colm.” Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard. She undulated her hips against him.

Colm kept sucking. He let his hands come up, shaping her ribs until they cupped her full breasts.

Then strong hands pushed him back until he was flat against the fur. He felt desire surge and his nanami flare.

“Now I’m in charge.” Her eyes flashed.

No woman had ever taken the lead in lovemaking with him before. He was used to being the aggressor.

She scooted backward onto his thighs and her hands went straight to the buckle of his belt. She unfastened it, then fought the leather and bindings of his trousers. She pulled his cock free.

Her eyes widened. “Holy hell, Colm. That will not fit inside me.”

“It’ll fit. You’ll feel it, but I prepared you for me.”

Her face softened. “Is that what you were doing earlier? Looking after me?”

“Yes.” Always.

She wrapped one hand around him, and gave his cock a few pumps, sending Colm’s hips jerking upward. Then she lifted her hips.

Colm watched eagerly as she lined the thick head of his cock up with her inner thighs. Then she sank down, inch by inch.

He groaned. It was a torturous feeling, the tight walls of her slowly sinking over him. Her body accepting him. Her mouth was open, her cheeks flushed.

He gripped her hips, and then he slammed her down.

“Oh.” She quivered above him.

“You’re in charge, Honor. Now what?” His words were hoarse.

“This.” She started to ride him.

The sensations crashing through him were incredible. As Honor’s beautiful body rose and fell above him, illuminated just by the beautiful light of the moss, Colm decided he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

Inside, his nanami were buzzing. He wanted, he needed…he needed everything from her. He growled, surging upward, and lifting her off him. She made a sharp sound of protest. He spun her around onto his knees, and pulled her back against his chest, her sweet curves nestled against his cock. Then he slammed her back down, and his cock slid home.

He reached up and gripped her chin. “Look.” His other hand slid around and cupped her breast. “Look at us.”

He watched her look…and see their reflection in the shiny ice. She started to ride him again—up and down, up and down.

“Watch us.” He pushed her thighs wider over his.

In the icy mirror, her lips parted.

“Can you see where my cock slides into you?”

“Yes.”

“Where it joins us?”

“Yes.”

“Right now, you are mine, Honor.”

“Yes. Yours.”

She continued to slam up and down on his cock, and he slid his hand around and down her belly. He felt his own release gathering at the base of his spine, but he fought it off.