Chapter 26 #2
Teeth nipped at her lips, leaving them bruised as he lathed his way over her throat and to her breasts. Nails scratched over his back, her heels digging into his ass and unsuccessfully urging him closer.
Long fingers curled around her throat, squeezing lightly.
She swallowed around his hold and wiggled under him. One side of his mouth curled, his thumb feathering over her lips. The tip of her tongue darted out, licking the digit and making him snarl.
“Demanding flame. Are you sure?” She nodded as his grin twisted into something heady and intoxicating. “Once you have felt me stretch this pretty cunt of yours,” he tapped her slit and she bucked, “there will be no going back.”
A witty remark disintegrated on her tongue, her body humming.
Carefully, his knees nudged her legs apart, making room for his massive form. His mouth closed around one pebbled nipple, and her eyes fluttered shut.
A finger dipped inside her, the stretch delicious and maddening.
It was so different from anything she’d ever felt when tending to her own needs, his finger longer and thicker than hers, reaching a spot that made her entire body shudder.
Smiling as he moved to show her other breast the same attention, he stroked his finger in and out of her, curling them until starlight flickered in her vision. His tongue lathed over the tight peak, swirling and sucking and driving her higher and higher.
She teetered on the edge of a cliff, about to crash over the edge when he withdrew from her completely.
The heat in her fingertips receded, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she dug her nails into his hips, sharp enough to make him hiss.
“No. More,” she sobbed, clawing at his back.
“Patience, kona. I wish to stoke your fire.”
“Demon,” she breathed, tossing her head back into the furs and closing her eyes, helplessly clenching around nothing.
“Your demon. Now look at me,” he commanded. “Watch me as I make you come on my cock, little flame.”
The subservient, worshipful Jarl from a few minutes ago vanished, leaving a devoted demon in its place. He moved with an inhuman combination of determination and restraint.
A jolt prickled along her spine as he kissed lower, his length poised at her entrance.
Her pulse thundered in her ears as she waited for the pain she knew would come.
“Hush,” he soothed, his mouth resting on the shell of her ear. “Relax for me. I will make you feel so good, kona. Pleased and satisfied like you deserve.”
The words were a balm to the frayed nerves sizzling beneath the surface. Cold sweat clung to her skin, stinging against the need building with each drawn out breath.
Slowly, the tension in her limbs uncoiled and she melted into the furs.
“Good girl. Now watch as I make you mine.”
As he slid inside, her eyes went impossibly wide, the stretch more intoxicating than anything she had imagined. He moved slowly, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, murmuring against them as he pushed past the point of friction.
She hissed, the sting fleeting as the pinched pain dissolved into a warm heat.
Gods.
It was the most indescribable torture she had ever experienced.
Dark eyes glittered at her from under wild braids. Njáll stared into her soul, pausing his movements until he found what he was looking for in the depths of her gaze.
With a shaky hand, she held his cheek, scratching through the coarse hairs of his beard.
“Njáll,” she whimpered.
“Too much?”
“Not enough.”
Finally, blissfully, he moved.
He set a rhythmic cadence that left her dizzy and breathless. Each drag of his hips spoke of something that transcended them.
All centered on this one binding moment.
She struggled to keep her eyes open.
His cock hit that spot inside her, sending her deeper and deeper into a fog that made the world vanish.
Lines creased around his eyes and mouth, strangled breaths slipping through his clenched teeth.
Nails curled into her waist, marking the skin as he pumped into her in more demanding strokes, determined to wrench her release from her trembling form.
Every thrust was a promise. Every groan pulled from his chest was an oath to her, sworn before Freyja and the cosmos.
She fluttered around him, taking more of him as she clawed helplessly at his forearms.
“I’m so close,” she purred, feeling like the wick of a candle about to catch fire.
“Yes. You are,” he grunted, struggling not to collapse on top of her. “Choking my cock with your tight cunt. Scream my name to the gods. Let them all know who you belong to. Let them know you haven’t captured a demon. Let them know who that demon belongs to.”
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she sobbed.
Their bodies moved together, Elara meeting his thrusts, chasing the pleasure building low in her belly.
Fingers tangled in her wild nest of curls, Njáll urged them closer together until no space remained.
Sweat and residual water from their bath dampened their slick skin, mixing with their musky scent in the smoke-tinged air.
Lewd, wet sounds permeated their rasping breaths.
Soon, the thread in her abdomen frayed, snapping when Njáll’s thumb brushed once, and then twice over her clit.
“Njáll,” she cried out, loud enough to make the ornaments on the walls rattle.
He wiped the sweat and tears from her face, brushing the hair off her brow as her entire body convulsed with the force of her release.
The muscles in his belly flexed, his cock swelling and twitching inside her as he snarled.
On the next snap of her hips, he gave in to his own consuming release, hot seed spurting into her.
Ragged breaths hummed over his cracked lips, his thrusts erratic and desperate as he spilled all of himself, burying deep inside her.
“Elara!”
He cried out her name, the guttural rasp purring over her breasts as collapsed on top of her, his forearms supporting the brunt of his weight.
For a long time, the only sound was the harsh, shared beat of their uneven breaths, punctuated by the logs crackling in the fire.
As he softened, he slipped out of her, a rush of their combined release staining the furs.
A protest hissed from her and he chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him.
Their legs tangled into a mess of limbs; his lips pressed to her temple.
With their naked bodies pressed together, she felt so tiny in his embrace. A string of Norse words mumbled against her skin, his fingers tracing a rune into her stomach as he spoke.
“What did you say?”
He pulled her tighter, the hard planes of his body molding to her soft curves.
“An eternal vow. I am yours, Elara. Not until death. But until the end of times. For not even death can keep me from you. I will crawl out of the pits of Helheim, Valhalla, or Fólkvangr to return to you.”