Chapter 30 Halvard
Halvard
Idraw my mate into my arms and sit on a flat-topped boulder.
Settling her on my lap, I adjust the position so my cock is outside of her, but still pressing against her center.
The monster in me is quieted somewhat, so my head is clearer now.
Cupping her full and glorious arse, I growl quietly in the low tone of claiming, and I lift her and ease her onto my length.
Inch by inch, I lower her. The friction of my ridges against the silken heat of her has my balls clenching and beads of perspiration pearling along my skin.
I lick her nipple in one languorous sweep of my tongue and watch her gasp.
Her head is thrown back, and I delight in the smooth column of her throat.
I want to drive into her hard, but I force my monster to keep calm.
The sensation of her wet, tight heat as I move deeper and deeper inside, slow inch by slow inch, blocks out all other thoughts and feelings.
My body coils around her protectively. She presses down, and my cock throbs with the need to release.
I grunt and shut my eyes against her beauty so I can hang on for another moment.
Going still, she nibbles at my jawline with small bites and flicks of her tongue.
My hands are shaking, and I’m not sure I can last, not with her sweet arse in my grip and her hot little tongue on the curve of my ear.
I rise, and she digs her fingers into my shoulders, gasping again.
I push again and again, lifting us even as she bares down.
Her body shivers around my cock, and then she is riding me quick and hard.
“Halvard…”
I thrust upward, going even deeper, and then she is shuddering over me, her climax bringing mine along with it.
I spill into her, driving myself into her body as she arches her back.
Her arse slaps against my thighs, and her breasts bounce as we finish as one.
I am dizzy, and I hold her tightly against my chest, my head on hers.
“My mate. My Rychell. You are a goddess.”
She puts a hand on each side of my face and smiles. “I love you, Halvard. I will always love you.”
“Your eyes are starlight, and I’m the luckiest male in the world for winning that golden heart of yours. I love you, my perfect mate, forever and ever.”
The Nocturne wind gusts, stirring red, gold, and brown leaves into a column around us. I kiss my Rychell until the sun’s first rays pierce the night like my mate’s joy has lightened the dark places in my heart.