Chapter 20 Svenn
The heat of her body sears through me once again as her passion renews. I savor every inch of her as she straddles me. She’s so goddamn perfect. Her hands travel down my chest, giving me a taste of heaven. Every dark despairing thought vanishes with her touch.
I gaze up at her breasts, heaving with every breath she takes. My hands slide over the hanging offerings, palming them with a firm squeeze, rubbing the tight buds between my fingers.
“Svenn!” She lets out a sharp gasp over the tease. A gush of moisture erupts from her core. I pull her down to claim her lips, but she gently places my hands down.
“Nuh-uh. You’ve had your way with me. I came so many times,” she protests, shaking her head. “It’s my turn now.”
That lovely mouth shouldn’t be allowed to say things like that. But she can take whatever she wants from me.
“Of course. Help yourself.” I lean back, hands behind my head.
It’s a sight watching her trying to wrangle my hardening cock. There’s a momentary look of uncertainty when she can’t get her hand fully around the girth. The expression is quickly replaced by one of sheer confidence and determination. I plant a palm on my forehead, trying hard not to laugh.
She really is an oddball.
But her sweet and innocent touch is enough to make me lose my fucking mind. She lays her hand on my abdomen as an anchor, the other guiding my cock where she wants it. The moment she lowers herself slowly over the full length of me—
Holy hell.
It feels so damn good to be inside her I could combust at any minute.
A little tremor goes through her at the stretch, and she bites her bottom lip.
She bends forward a little to adjust herself, and I can’t help myself as I grab her face, devouring her mouth with a hard kiss.
Our tongues tangle in a fury of passion.
She breaks away to sit up straight again.
“Are you with me, Svenn?” she teases.
A strangled sort of laugh leaves me.
Without breaking our gaze, she grinds against my hips.
I let out a deep groan, delighting in the way she moves against me.
She rises halfway over the shaft and slides down again.
If I could die, this girl will be the fucking death of me.
Our bodies become one as we collide, moving in perfect rhythm as if we’ve done this a thousand times before.
She is a vision to watch in her throes of passion, the gasps, the soft trembles and moans.
It’s her turn to play, but I can’t bear the thought of not touching her.
I cup her breast, rising up to suck her pebbled nipple between my lips.
I’m immediately rewarded with a sweet moan and an uncontrollable shiver from her.
“That’s not fair,” she says with a hitch in her breath. Her small hand pushes against my chest, pinning me down to the bed again.
Surrender has never been part of me, but I let her take the lead.
The feel of her hips undulating on top of me brings me to life, stirring things I never knew existed inside of me.
I’m trying my fucking hardest to make this last. Rhianelle has other ideas as she picks up her speed.
This time she rises just up to the tip before slamming back down again.
“Fuck,” I choke out.
My hips involuntarily jerk upwards to meet her.
The sudden movement causing the muscles in her legs to tense and I feel her tightening around me.
Her heady moan filters through the air as she takes her pleasure from my body.
I nearly lose it seeing her eyes rolling up, her head tilting back with euphoria.
Rhianelle is so fucking stunning as she unfolds.
She collapses on top of my chest, her body trembling wildly.
My hand threads her glorious silver hair to cup her head, the other finding its way to her hip.
I don’t wait for her to catch her breath.
I thrust upwards like a fiend, pounding into her fast and deep.
Desire and lust have consumed me as I fill her again and again.
I feel the tensing coil as she comes a second time.
My own groan of pleasure completely drowns hers.
We bask in each other’s presence for a stretch of eternity, breathing as one. I hold her tightly in my arms, stroking her back. She’s trembling so much that a light fear dips in my heart. It eases the moment her lips tug with a small smile.
“You’re mean,” she murmurs against my skin.
“But you like that, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yeah…way too much...” she trails off.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter against her ear.
Goosebumps erupt on her skin over the sound.
She rests her head on my chest again, and I relish the feel of her weight on me.
A strange feeling accosts my heart at the perfection of this moment, of us together.
It follows with an unwelcome thought of being apart from her.
When dawn arrives, Rhianelle will go away from this godsforsaken place.
In a few days, she will have forgotten me and in a few years, she will likely marry someone else.
She will have a real husband, one who is not a monster, one who is not bound by a curse.
The very thought of her with another male unlocks a new level of pain in me.
It’s worse than being impaled by a burning spear.
The mounting need to have her rises once again. I flip her to the bed. A small cry of surprise leaves her at the quick movement. I’m breathing heavily as I hover over her; a wolf pouncing on his helpless prey. Her soft eyes blink at me; her eyelashes are still damp with the tears from before.
This craving is unbearable even as I’ve taken her enough times earlier. I know I should have more restraint than this. My chest heaves as I try to regain some sliver of control. I almost win against my madness, but she reaches up to touch my face.
“I need you,” she says, looking straight into my eyes.
Fucking hell. I can never get enough of her. My cock nudges at her glistening tightness. I want whatever I can have, whatever she can give.
“Remember this feeling well, Nel.” I press my mouth against the soft skin of her neck.
I slam in hard until I’m deeply inside. She lets out a soft scream as her back arches.
“Look at you. Taking me all the way like a good girl,” I murmur, sliding my tongue over her delicate ear. A maddening shiver goes through her at my words, making her thighs clench and her toes curl. I guess she likes the praise.
My pounding becomes relentless, merciless.
Her knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets, lost in the same pleasure as I am.
She endures through every thrust, turning her head to the side so she can muffle her cries in the pillows.
I keep watching her attempt to keep her voice down. A valiant effort but that won’t do.
I almost feel bad when I thrust in deeper, harder.
Almost.
The bed starts cracking over the force. This is a claiming.
You are mine. I want her to look back and think of me.
“Oh gods, please, please,” she cries, writhing beneath me.
The anguished noises from her throat are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever heard.
Her entire body starts to shake so violently it nearly lifts us both.
A high-pitched moan rises from her like it’s been forever since she released herself so freely.
“That’s right, Rhianelle. No more hiding. It’s just us,” I say, struggling with my own control as she clenches around me.
Not yet. I shake my head before I lose it.
“Svenn, please…” she breathes out. That’s not my damn name. But fuck, her reaction is too much.
“I like it when you beg,” I tell her with a strained smile.
“I want us…together,” she manages to spill out. I understand her meaning immediately.
“Then hold on.” I grunt as I take her wrists, pinning them above her head to the mattress. “But you don’t get to hide this time. Eyes on me, Rhianelle.”
The girl slowly turns towards me, her features growing taut with sheer bliss. I become ravenous as I drive into her. She’s in a trance, utterly delirious from the pleasure. I watch in awe as her body writhes below me once again, the orgasm barreling upon her like a storm of fury.
What a sight…everything about her is perfect.
Seeing her unravel excites me to no end. My own pleasure doesn’t even matter as long as I can keep bearing witness to this.
“Nel…” I whisper, my voice dry and raspy. “You said ‘together’, but you cheated, didn’t you?”
Her eyes widen, her breath hitching at the accusation.
“You came,” I murmur to her delicate ear.
Just like that, I feel her tightening, her delicate inner muscles start clenching around my cock. That feels so fucking amazing, I never want this to end. I place my forehead on top of hers, looking straight into her eyes as she slowly descends from her high. A strange feeling passes between us.
“I want to hold you,” she whimpers.
How the hell can I say no to that? She looks as if she will die if I don’t let her. Her hands quickly find my face as soon as I release them, asking for a kiss. I grant her wish, claiming her lips and stealing whatever breath she has left.
I love the way her arms twine around my neck, the way she kisses me like a fucking dream.
A single featherlight flick of her tongue over the roof of my mouth nearly drives me over the edge.
She’s so incredibly good at this I’m not sure if I should kill or thank whoever the fuck she’s had her practice with before me.
Kissing seemed so pointless before that I abandoned the act completely during fucking. It felt too intimate, rendering a person vulnerable in a way I hate.
But I can’t get enough of her. I let her kiss me until I forget who I am, until I forget every hell I’ve walked through. I lose myself in her completely.
There is no frenzied rush now. Every thrust has the weight of me behind it, in tandem with our passionate kiss. A growl leaps out of my throat. “You were mine from the first moment I saw you.”
The goddamn pendant fails to translate any of that.
But my Nel understands. The sweet girl smiles at me, her eyes dazed with lust as she clings to me.
I feel her nails clawing into my back and her mouth latching onto my shoulder.
Her act feels possessive. A claim of her own just as I had staked mine.
I wish I could keep the mark she gives me instead of healing.
Rhianelle bites me hard to stifle her moan as her release draws closer.
This time when she comes, she takes me over the edge along with her.
My hands wrap around her tightly, cupping the back of her head and holding her hips as I empty my heart, my soul, my entire being.
She locks her legs around my waist, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me.
We fall together into the darkness of oblivion.
The breaths rolling out of my chest are labored and harsh. I know I must be crushing her, but Gods I wish I could stay entangled with her like this forever. Something twinges in my chest when I finally pull away from her. She makes a small whine of protest as we part.
Rhianelle lies languid and sated beside me, her breath ragged as she gazes at me with those crystalline lilac eyes. The aftershock of pleasure is still rippling through her body.
If I thought she was beautiful earlier, she is completely devastating now. The girl is the most enchanting thing I have ever seen, and I have seen a lot in my long existence.
Neither of us speaks as we stare at each other; our raw emotion laid open. I am cursed. I shouldn’t be able to feel this way. But my heart is so whole and content. Rhianelle must have felt something too as she stares at me with those soft heavy-lidded eyes. “Svenn, that was…”
An unraveling of souls. There are no words for it. It’s something neither of us can come back from.
“I know,” I say hoarsely. I gather her closer to me until she’s lying on my arm. She snuggles her head to me with a satisfied grin on her lips.
Fucking adorable.
For now, I’m not going to think about the eternity I’ll spend in that crypt. I want to be here in this moment with her.
“Let’s do that again,” she purrs against my neck. I suppress a smile rising to my lips. The girl is so overwhelmed that she can barely move and she’s still asking for more.
I want to spoil her. But time isn’t on our side. I can already feel the curse pulling me into the dark depths of the dungeon.
If I have a soul, I’d trade it to any dark god who can grant me another night with her. I want all her nights, all her days, all of her.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, indulging myself at the sight of her.
Rhianelle blushes with a bashful smile as if she doesn’t believe the words in my mouth.
It takes all of my willpower not to lick every inch of her skin to prove them.
I tug the strange ribbon on her arm, obstructing my view from the entirety of her perfection.
A small panic rises to her face as the strip falls from her skin.
The moon and the heavenly body in the sky stop moving in their orbit as the universe stands still. I blink at the purplish bruising on her arm, at the scarlet hue over the edges, at the clear demarcation of each finger that left the mark.
Utter rage; overpowering and devastating surges in my brain as my vision floods to red.
“Who did this to you?”