Chapter 6
As soon as they settled in the pallet Eahlswith found herself snuggling next to Sven, placing herself in the same position they had adopted the previous night, with her back moulded to his front.
It had seemed the natural thing to do then, but suddenly she wasn’t so sure.
Worry spiked through her while she waited for his reaction.
Would he refuse to hold her now that she’d told him she didn’t want to meet his family?
Would he point out that they didn’t need to be so close as the fire had been kept going all day?
To her relief, he didn’t tense or pass comment on the fact that it wasn’t cold tonight.
Instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist, like he had the previous evening, before bending his legs behind hers to engulf her in his bulk.
She loved how feminine he made her feel.
How desirable. How desired, and not just for her body.
Eahlswith let out a slow exhale, trying to hang on to her control.
Though his talk of meeting his family had frightened her, she could not deny that her mind was in turmoil—and her body on fire. He had been perfect with her tonight, attentive, patient and kind.
Which was the whole problem. Had he been a real bastard, not caring that her feet were soaked, not offering to help with the food, not making her laugh and opening up about his family, she would not be here, nestled in his arms. She would have made sure to signify her displeasure and lack of interest by keeping as far as she could from him.
But here she was, melting into his delicious embrace.
“So, you know how to thank me in my language,” he purred in her ear. The sound caused the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end, but she could tell that he wasn’t trying to seduce her. It was just his normal way of talking. “I’m curious. What else do you know? Can you beg me also?”
“No.” The word could barely escape her lips. No, definitely not cold tonight. More like scorching hot.
“Not a problem. You will never have to beg me anyway. For anything.”
“Sven…” A sigh. Damn, damn, damn, why did he always know what to say to her?
Before she knew it, Eahlswith had snuggled up even closer to him, and she was grinding her buttocks against his loins.
Predictably, he was as hard as the nails he’d used on Osbert’s roof.
And she was so desperate to welcome that strong length inside her that her body was weeping with need.
This was dangerous territory, deep down she knew it, but she didn’t seem able to stop herself.
Her body started to undulate of its own accord, indicating its need to be filled, betraying a desire she had fought for two days.
She had reached a snapping point and she didn’t even care.
She needed this.
Their last night together had been motivated by lust and ended up freeing unsuspected feelings from a place locked deep within her soul.
Slowly but irremediably these feelings had coalesced into a hot ball of desire that was burning her from the inside.
There would be no stopping what was going to happen.
She didn’t want to. All day they had been playing with fire. It was time to accept that fire burned.
She moaned.
“Alva.” That simple name, pronounced in Sven’s most gravelly voice, frayed each and every one of Eahlswith’s nerve endings.
“I said I would keep my hands to myself, and I kept my word. That was last night, when you just lay still in my arms and allowed me to go to sleep. Now, I am a man. A man who wants you, desperately. I told you as much earlier. And so I’m warning you.
If you keep moaning like that, I cannot be answerable for my actions.
And if you keep on grinding your delectable ass against my cock, I cannot promise not to bury it exactly where you want me to bury it. ”
The same sensations that had assaulted her body earlier, when he had told her all he wanted to do to her in the crudest of terms assaulted her again.
“Sven…” A whimper this time.
“Aye. Sven.” His arm tightened around her middle, holding her flush against him, making her feel how ready he was. “Me. I’m here, in your bed, by your invitation. So ask me to give you what we both want. Please. Beg me to take you, and give you pleasure.”
“Sven.” A surrender.
He didn’t need any more. Nudging at her shoulder, he rolled her to her front until she lay flat on her stomach.
Her shift was quickly disposed of and a heartbeat later soft lips surrounded by soft hairs were creating a blazing trail along her spine.
Mm. She did love his beard, and it felt amazing on her skin.
Groaning all the while, Sven kissed and licked her all the way to the swell of her buttocks.
Palming her, he used his knee to spread her legs open before positioning himself between her thighs.
Just when she was certain he was going to enter her, he paused.
“Tell me this first. Is there another man in your life?”
Shock caused her to still. She would have thought him lost to all reason by now, just like she was. But here he was, wondering if he had to the right to take her.
“No,” she managed to say. Not in the way he meant, at least.
“You’ve had other lovers, though?”
“Yes. But no one special.” That was no lie. None of these men had meant a thing, she saw that now.
The reward for her answer was a growl, in her ear. “Good. You’re all mine then. Can you feel this?”
How could she not? He was sliding his length up and down her opening, making her mad with need.
She could feel it getting coated in her juices, and little wonder.
Never had she been so aroused. Every inch of her tingled, the place between her legs throbbed, demanding to be filled. Even her nipples ached.
This bore no resemblance to their wild night in his hut, when he’d showcased his strength and skill by taking her in every possible position, up against the wall, on her hands and knees, making her ride him and supporting her weight when she thought she would collapse.
Tonight he was being impossibly tender—which had reduced her to a quivering, incoherent mass of need.
“Please, Sven, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Hush, I told you, you wouldn’t have to beg. Where do you want it?”
Where did he think? “I don’t unders—”
The word died on her lips when she felt him push at an opening she had never once considered using for lovemaking.
That was what he’d meant when he’d asked where she wanted it?
She had not known such a possession was possible but everything within her sizzled at the shocking notion. Could he really do that?
Could she agree?
Her eyes closed again. He was giving her secret cleft the most scandalous massage and it felt amazing. Until she understood what he was really doing—and remembered the size of his shaft.
“Wait, I-I’m not sure…” Panic flooded her. What was she thinking, of course, they couldn’t—
“Hush, lovely, don’t worry. We can do that some other time,” Sven purred, placing a reassuring kiss in the crook of her neck, followed by a playful nip. “For now let me just do this the way I know you like.”
“Yes.” She didn’t even pretend to hesitate. She arched her back in invitation and a moment later she felt him slide inside her with an ease betraying the strength of her desire. Finally. This was what she needed.
“Mm. Feel that? Your little cunt is soaked, ready for me. I like that I have that effect on you because you make me harder than nails.”
Damnation, why did he have to have such a dirty mouth? She’d been shocked that first night in the summer when he’d used crude words with her, until she’d realized that it aroused her like nothing else.
Once he was buried to the root, he stilled and she almost screamed her frustration. Now was not the time to stop! She turned her head to look over her left shoulder. He was poised over her, his eyes gleaming in the firelight, the fiercest warrior she could imagine.
“Sven. Please.” She tried to move and found that she could not.
“Yes. Ask me to fuck you.”
Oh, the wretched man. Was he really going to stop now if she didn’t say the words?
“You said you wouldn’t make me beg,” she rasped.
He lowered his head to come and speak with his mouth at her temple.
“I don’t want you to beg me to fuck you.
I want you to order me to do it, because you can’t bear another moment of not feeling me moving inside you.
I want you to make sure I give you exactly what you need, and how you need it. I want you to use me, I want you to—”
“Fuck me, damn you! Now. I need—”
The first thrust interrupted her. The second made her eyes roll to the back of her head. the third one catapulted her into glorious release. He’d teased, stroked and prepared her so well that it only took three strokes for her to erupt in pleasure, something she wouldn’t have thought possible.
Her face buried into the furs, Eahlswith convulsed around him, unable to stop the waves crashing through her.
No! Too soon. She’d wanted this lovemaking to last hours, not mere moments.
It had undoubtedly been folly to agree to another night with him, and she knew she would pay for it on the morrow.
She’d at least wanted to enjoy it. Fortunately, Sven realized it.
He never stopped moving, prolonging her ecstasy, showing her that it was not over yet.
“Worry not, lovely, we are far from done,” he said once she had finally stopped spasming. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. More.”
He chuckled at the relief in her voice and brought her to her hands and knees, raising her hips high into the air for him to plough.
From then on his languid, sensual strokes became almost punishing, the rhythm frantic.
Delirious with sensations, Eahlswith met him thrust for thrust. This was going to kill her.
This was going to transform her. This was going to—