Chapter 7 Queen Emeline #2
I’m afraid to speak because I don’t know what I’ll say. So I remain quiet.
“Tell me you don’t love me, and I will leave you be.”
“I do not love you,” I reply quickly, too quickly because a slanted smirk tugs at Ulf’s sinful lips.
“And I do not believe you.” Ulf tightens his grip around my throat, daring me to struggle.
But I don’t.
“I miss the days when you were afraid of me.” He has the gall to tease me.
“It seems you’ve gone senile in your old age. I was never afraid. Bored by your theatrics, however? Indeed.”
Ulf clenches his jaw, annoyed that I am not frightened. But something in those eyes changes color, and they are soon swimming with a molten fire.
“Your tongue may be deceptive, but your body always spoke truths.”
Before I can protest, Ulf lifts the hem of my dress. I want to struggle, but this only cements his claims. So I dare him to do something, something which we both want.
His fingertips caress my leg, and where he touches, he leaves behind an inferno. I want more, but I will not beg. He doesn’t loosen his grip around my throat, which only heightens my excitement. He glides his fingers higher and higher, and each touch sends my heart into overdrive.
We never break eye contact.
Ulf touches me with a lover’s caress because he knows what I like. He taught me things I forever crave. And he knows it.
Our lips almost touch, but he doesn’t close the distance because he wants me to be the one to make that move.
But I cannot.
I love Skarth, and doing this with Ulf is a betrayal of him.
But where has he been this entire time? He left me. He left his family with no word for years. Am I expected to just wait for his return? And that is, will he ever return?
“You live in that head of yours far too much. Some things are difficult. But some things”—he skims a finger along my inner thigh—“are not.”
This Viking has proven his love and loyalty to me time and time again, but each time I am with him, I feel like I’m betraying Skarth. Even if what Ulf says is right, I cannot do this to Skarth—again.
“Unhand me.” It is a weak command.
Ulf laughs in response and only tightens his grip around my throat and arches my head backward. He skims two fingers along my sex and hums when he feels my wetness, for he is right. My body has never been able to lie when it comes to how much I want him.
He watches me closely as he continues rubbing over my sex, but he never enters. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my cries and will my body to stop being a traitorous whore. But it’s fruitless.
He plants a single kiss on my lips, but that kiss is enough to elicit a whimper from me.
Ulf hums in delight, sensing his victory. “Liar, liar…pants on—”
He never finishes his sentence because I reach down and thrust his fingers into me. This time, a moan slips past both our lips.
Ulf doesn’t move. He allows my body to adjust to the intrusion, and the fact that he does has me guiding his fingers deeper into me and coaxing him to play with me like only he knows how. This is entirely my show as Ulf permits me to control the speed and depth of him fingering me.
My hand is on top of his, taking what I want and need. I haven’t felt this way in so long. I’ve forgotten what being in the arms of the man you love feels like.
It’s a heady feeling. It’s one I will soon become addicted to once again.
I open my legs wider, and Ulf knows what I need as he rubs his thumb over my center. Every part of me clenches.
“Are you certain you do not love me?”
“Do not mistake my needs for love,” I refute. “You are merely a good lover.”
Ulf squeezes my neck before shrugging my hand off his. His patience has run out, and now, he is going to punish me the way I like.
Breath escapes me, but I do not need air when I have Ulf punishing me with his hands. His touch is brutal, but that brutality is filled with passion and desire. The way he grips my throat, I can feel the tremble in his fingers.
He doesn’t want to hurt me. He only wants to make me feel good.
He slides his fingers in and out of me, watching me closely as I bite my lip to stop my moans. This won’t do, however.
Before I can object, he removes his fingers from my sex, only to smear my arousal onto my lips. “Your honey is sweet, ástin mín. How I have missed it.”
He releases my throat and drops to his knees, then yanks up my dress. He falls back onto his heels, staring at my womanhood. “My memory does not serve me well. I have missed a lot of things.”
“Hush now,” I say, gathering up my hem and spreading my legs wider. “Use your mouth for far more useful things.”
Ulf smirks, and it destroys me because he doesn’t smile often. But when he does, my heart remembers why I love him the way I do.
I tug at his long hair, drawing his face to my sex, and when he licks me in one long stroke, I cannot control my moans any longer and cry out loudly. Ulf has won this war, but it’s one I do not mind losing.
He licks me up and down before penetrating me with his tongue. He cups my arse and coaxes me forward so he can delve in deeper. I am lost to the sensation of his beard rubbing against my tender skin, but I want more. So I hook my leg over his shoulder and use my foot to pin him down.
His fingers dig into my thigh, and I know without a doubt that his touch will leave bruises.
He sinks his tongue in deep and furls it, taking his time. He then uses his fingers to gently pry me open and licks over my center. I close my eyes and arch my head back because I am nigh on exploding.
But not yet.
The pressure is light, unrushed, which infuriates me because he is teasing me. His hoarse chuckle alerts me to the fact that he knows my needs well.
“Beg me, princess.”
“I will not.”
Ulf smirks up at me, only to replace his mouth with his fingers. He works in two and uses his thumb to rub circles over my aching core.
“You will,” he arrogantly says.
I look down at him, watching the way he plays me with those long fingers. “This means nothing.”
I’m lying to us both.
“It means everything,” he corrects, and, on his knees, his words take on a different meaning. “After all these years, it’s you I still want.”
“Me and many others. Do not mistake lust for love.”
My words upset him, and he punishes me with his fingers as he works me harder and deeper.
“Perhaps you should take your own advice, then. You seek out Skarth, not knowing where he is, but he knows where you are. Yet he does not come. Is that because he cannot? Or rather, because he does not want to?”
I latch onto Ulf’s hair, tugging his head backward. His fingers don’t cease their rhythm. And how I hate that he can do this to me, both emotionally and physically.
“I should have your tongue for speaking to me that way.”
“Oh, princess, you had my tongue deep inside you moments ago,” he counters with a grin. “But your wish is my command.”
He violently tugs out of my hold and slams his mouth back over my womanhood.
No longer gentle, he uses his fingers and tongue to devour me whole.
He bites my flesh, only to lick over the sting.
The rhythm of his tongue is up and down, side to side, and when he traces the alphabet, I ride his face, unable to stop my wanton cries because my climax is near.
However, Ulf pulls away.
“I will kill you,” I breathlessly moan because why is he stopping?
I understand why when he stands. His wants are clear when he grabs my hand and places it over the front of his trousers. His cock is rock solid. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember your name when I am done with you.”
I know he isn’t exaggerating, but guilt suddenly catches up to me.
What am I doing? How could I do this to Skarth?
“You are still faithful to him!” Ulf utters, angered. “You are faithful when he is—”
But he soon catches himself and stops.
“When he is what?”
He doesn’t answer me, which just confirms that Ulf does love me. He could destroy me with the truth, but he chooses not to. He protects me, just as he always has.
“Tell me,” I order, and when he doesn’t reply, I grip his cock—hard.
He doesn’t flinch. “You always liked it rough.”
He smirks before slamming his lips to mine and kissing me fiercely. I try to fight him, but I need him more than I need air to survive. I return his kisses; never have I felt safer than I do right now.
I quickly unfasten his trousers so I can slip my hand inside, and when I grip his large cock, we both moan. I stroke him quickly, rubbing my thumb over his thick head and spreading the moisture that gathers.
With our mouths still locked in a fiery passion, Ulf glides his fingers into me. Our hands and tongues are the tools we use to take and give to one another what we both need. He kisses and fingers me mercilessly, but I want it.
His shaft is so long and thick, I can barely keep a proper tempo, but as a string of Norse slips past his lips, I know Ulf is pleased. He matches my speed, and when he rubs over my center, I lose my breath and chase the decadence that is soon to come.
Ulf breaks our kiss, only to remain inches from my face so he can watch me as I surrender to his touch. His eyes take me in, and all I see is love.
“I know what I’ve always known to be true. You are loyal to a man who does not deserve it. You cannot be tamed, Emeline. You were born to run free. I know you love me. You do not have to utter the words because I know.
“You may fight it, but ástin mín, a piece of your heart will always belong to me, which is why you cannot love Skarth with all of it. We are connected. It is in the stars. You belong to him. You belong to me. But most of all, you belong to yourself.
“Never forget that…regardless of what Skarth has done.”
All I care about is my release, which explodes from me in a thunderous scream.
Ulf holds me tight, his fingers never missing a beat as our eyes are locked, experiencing a connection that feels as if it’s been fated in time.
The moment the last tremor rocks my body, I drop to my knees and take Ulf off guard as I take his cock into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag, but it isn’t a deterrent. I use my hand to stroke him and suck, relishing his taste, a taste which I have missed.
He grips my hair and guides me on how he likes it. He gently pushes me forward so I can take more of him into my mouth. Tears leak from my eyes because he is so deep, and when I almost choke, he roughly pulls me off so I can gulp in air.
The moment I can breathe, he coaxes his cock back into my mouth, and I work him how I know he likes. I take him deep and hollow my cheeks, which has him thrusting his hips forward. He attempts to pull out, but I stubbornly continue bobbing my head and working his shaft.
His cock is thick, but I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can go. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, only for Ulf to wipe it away with his thumb and rub it over my lips, which are still straining around his girth.
He curls my hair around his fist and uses it as reins as he fucks my mouth brutally. He speaks nothing but Norse, and I find my womanhood growing wet once more for the sight and sounds are too much. I want him so much, but for now, this is enough.
Ulf’s strokes are unrestrained, and as I feel his cock spasm, his hot seed spurts down my throat.
He forces me so far down onto his cock that I gag…
and I love every second of his wicked deeds.
The moment he stops pulsating, he yanks me up by the arms and slams his mouth to mine, our tastes becoming one.
I have crossed a line, and I am uncertain what tomorrow holds, but I can worry about that come morrow because now, all that matters is this foreign feeling I’ve not experienced in a very long time.
Happiness…
Happiness that only my Viking knows how to provide.