Chapter Eleven #3
His face broke into a dark, satisfied smile.
She’d do anything to please him. When he threaded his fingers through her hair, bringing her face closer to his, his perfect mouth covered hers.
Her heart thumped. She clenched her eyes shut, relishing the feel of his fingers frisking up her sides.
Then a flurry of feather light kisses warmed her face.
“I want to own your body, Kara,” he whispered against her ear.
His voice prickled her skin. He thrust his hips, colliding with her center.
Her hips bucked back, mistrustful of the hunger rising inside her.
She strongly suspected Aaron was the only thing that could sate her appetite.
Whatever she did would affect her future.
Not that she’d ever seriously considered who she’d be with until now.
As if he sensed her hesitation, his lips coaxed her mouth open.
Slow, methodic kisses convinced her she’d chosen correctly.
Anything Aaron did rendered her helpless—mindless.
Her body relaxed under his special care.
Is this what it meant to be a woman? Amelia told her she’d go to sleep a girl and wake a woman.
“N?r jeg ber?rer deg, kan hele verden brenne og jeg vil ikke vaere i stand til ? tenke p? noe annet.” Aaron spoke perfect Norse.
When I touch you, the whole world can burn and I will not be able to think of anything else. His words left her breathless.
Her gaze dropped to his chest, then lower. His snug fitting braies couldn’t conceal his excitement. The swell between his legs stirred her desire. She wanted to feel him, hold onto him.
“Kara,” he groaned.
She blinked up at him. “Aaron.” She’d utter his name a hundred times if it would stop the strange, insatiable cravings invading her body.
Gathering her in his arms, Aaron carried her to the edge of the lake a few yards away.
Threads of golden light colored the sky, reflecting off the water.
His mind struggled to maintain control over his body.
He gently set her on her feet, searching her face for signs of resistance or fear.
The lass didn’t fully understand the implications of making love.
Her body served as her oath to him. As did his to her.
There’d be no turning back—they’d belong to each other—forever.
“Turn around, lass.”
She did.
Aaron untied the ribbon on the back of her gown.
It gapped, revealing her pearly flesh. He closed his eyes, his hands plunging inside.
Warm, smooth skin welcomed him. He swallowed.
Odin—tell me if she’s my future—my redemption.
He opened his eyes, then slowly peeled her dress off and tossed it aside.
Not an inch of her flesh escaped his attention.
He slowly turned her around and let his gaze move from her firm breasts to the soft curls covering her woman’s mound.
He wanted to sink his cock inside her—ride her furiously until she screamed in pleasure.
Mind reeling, he took a deep breath and removed her boots.
He’d fantasized about her creamy thighs since the night he’d met her, debating whether she had slim or muscled legs.
To his delight, they were perfectly formed, long and silky to the touch.
He gazed up at her admiringly. Her blue eyes were closed.
She was so unbelievably beautiful, indescribably so.
With his face level with her slit, he couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. He stared thirstily at her nether lips, imagining the sweet nectar he’d find. He sank his tongue inside her.
By the gods.
Her inner muscles contracted, as she moaned, riding his face.
She tried to edge away, but his hands instinctively locked her in place.
She’d not deny him the pleasure. Or herself.
His tongue moved with greater urgency, thrusting deep, then withdrawing, circling, and flicking. Her legs began to tremble.
Unable to concentrate on anything other than joining with her, Aaron kissed his way up her torso until he was standing again.
Her rosebud tips were tight with excitement, begging for attention.
He cradled each breast reverently, nipping and sucking her nipples until a wicked grin spread across his face. “Undress me.”
Kara cupped his face, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
“Do you fear what’s in my breeches?”
“Nay,” she assured him hastily, placing her palms on his chest.
Upon contact, he kissed her greedily again.
Few things could rival her kisses. Moments later, thrumming with frustration, Aaron guided her hand between his legs.
When she cupped his shaft through his braies, he groaned, pleasure spiraling through him.
“Don’t be ashamed, Kara,” he murmured. “Our bodies are meant to fit together—not just for procreation—but for immeasurable pleasure.”
She moaned as he pushed against her, rocking vigorously. Without warning, he stripped his tunic off. Feeling her skin against his own offered more contentment than Valhalla. “Do you wish to go for a swim?” He couldn’t think of a better way to overcome the hot evening air or her unease.
“Yes.”
Enthused by her answer, he unlaced his boots and kicked them off. Next, he removed his breeches. He straightened his spine, facing her again.
Her eyes widened with inquisitiveness. “You’re beautiful.” She palmed his shaft. “So incredibly thick and long.” She focused all her attention on him, stroking gently, using her other hand to cradle his bollocks.
He threw his head back, basking in the pleasure of her gentle, but awkward touch.
Kara Dalgaard handled his manhood the way she did a sword.
His soft laughter came unexpectedly. A woman had never called him beautiful before.
Odin. He caught one of her breasts roughly with his mouth, curling his tongue over her areola.
When the dusky bud hardened, he nipped it, enjoying the jolt it sent through her body.