Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Prairie Rose
Last night was wonderful. There weren’t even words. Prairie Rose had never felt magic like she felt last night. She’d never seen anything as beautiful as the look on Agnar’s face when he did the impossible and ran in those braces. She’d never seen an animal know such bliss or peace.
She just wished she could tell Briar May so that she’d stop worrying. She wished she could share what had happened with Kieran and Zora, with her parents, and with her other brothers and sisters.
Last night, when they’d left in such a rush, Rome looked like he more than understood Agnar’s desire and need to be away from the city. He’d kissed her cheek and told her it was fine they were leaving. He’d convinced her that he wasn’t at all offended. If it wasn’t Rome, she would have mistaken that dark gleam in his eyes for something more, something of dark, terrible jealousy, but Rome pretty much always looked that way. She loved him and she missed him, even more so when she’d texted him to thank him that morning. He’d responded that she was indeed in his debt, and he’d call in the favor sometime when it was least convenient for her and most obnoxious for him to do so. Anything less and she would have suspected there was something wrong with her brother, but that response had been so token Rome that she’d laughed when she’d read it while she was making breakfast.
Agnar told her and the boys when they were walking out the door for school that he’d be going for a walk and wouldn’t be back until around noon. She would have worried before, but after their trip to the city and their run together, she respected his need for solitude. It no longer felt like something he’d vanish into or something that could torture him, his own mind and his memories flaying the skin from his body and his heart.
Because they were all tired and hadn’t had much sleep, she was going to send word that the boys needed a day off from school, but they’d wanted to go. They’d been late and slow eating breakfast and had a late start getting out of the house, so she’d left all the dishes on the table. She’d wash and clean when she got back and then maybe head over to Briar May’s to see Sadie and talk about that dinner that still hadn’t happened.
She walked in the front door, peeled her jacket and boots off, and froze as soon as she turned the corner to the kitchen.
The table had been cleared, the dishes stacked neatly in the sink, all washed, and Agnar was there. She blinked twice just to be sure, because she was quite sleep deprived. He was real, standing with his back against the counter. The bright sunlight of the early winter morning, just up but gleaming white through the window, somehow made him look even more shadowed. All his features were sharper, more masculine, transformed into a thing of great and terrifying beauty.
Her breath caught at the sheer majesty of him standing there in all black, watching her with an interest and a hunger that she hadn’t sensed before. He’d always been so coolly disinterested when it came to her. He’d promised her repeatedly that he wouldn’t love her, and he’d made sure she knew beyond a reasonable doubt that she’d never be his true mate. He’d slept in her bed night after night, and he’d never looked at her like he did now. He never smelled the way he did, dark and dangerous and so masculine that the air in the kitchen was obliterated.
Her heart kicked up and her body switched into fight or flight mode, adrenaline pulsing through her. He turned and pulled the curtains at the windows closed, darkening the kitchen. There was another window behind the small square table, and as he prowled there and wrenched those curtains closed as well, she shivered. He moved like his wolf, graceful and sleek and full of intent. Something had changed, something subtle and not so subtle. As her body picked up on it, rather than being prepared to fight, she felt her nipples harden with want.
They stood in silence, for what seemed like an age but was probably only a heartbeat, before Agnar rushed to her. As his lips found hers, he hungrily plundered her mouth. She could feel his body heat through his thin, well-worn Henley, his heart hammering in his chest, his scent masculine and heady. As they devoured each other he spun her around, so she was against the kitchen table. She could feel his hard length pressing into her and instantly she was wet. As soaked as she was the night she’d been drugged.
He tugged at her sweater, pulling it over her head as it was thrown to the floor. His lips briefly lost contact and her hand came out to drag him close again. His tongue explored her mouth, promising her unimaginable pleasures. His kiss was rough, brutal, and she melted into it giving herself totally.
Everything she’d shoved back down because it wasn’t the right time came rushing to the surface. She’d put her heart in a cage, she’d stuffed the desire for her mate into an unreachable part of herself. She’d hungered and she’d thirsted, and she’d longed for him, but he needed time. Even if that took forever, she’d told herself she was strong enough to wait. She’d made a promise to him. She’d taken vows. Forever and for always, their souls, lives, families, and destinies were intertwined. She wouldn’t have done it if, in the deepest and most unknown part of herself, the answer had been no, but it never had been. Not even once, not ever since that day she’d first heard Agnar’s name mentioned. Something drove her forward and she’d been on that path, hurtling towards him.
She wanted him with a desperation that was almost primeval, but what had changed? After last night’s run, they’d both gone to sleep exhausted. What had happened to the coolly distant Agnar? The proud man who forswore love or passion.
“I don’t…” She gasped. “I don’t understand.”
“Are you unwilling?”
Her eyes widened. “No!” She flushed even brighter at the vehement denial. “No, of course I’m not unwilling.” She might have stuffed her desire down, but she hadn’t been able to control her dreams and her thoughts, and every day she ached more fiercely for her mate’s touch. She ached to be taken, marked, and claimed.
If he couldn’t love her, he could still fuck her.
But she’d been na?ve once. She’d been down that road of heartbreak. She knew how much it hurt. The way he looked at her made everything in her body come alive so brightly that it felt like she was flying straight into the sun. She’d burn more than her wings with him.
She swallowed around the painful knot even as her body demanded that she forget all about words and claim her mate. “I know I promised to be your mate and I told you I would love you even if you considered yourself unlovable. I’m not giving up on any of that. But this…” She looked up at Agnar, his gray eyes were ablaze with lust. “I can’t do this unless you’re going to stay. I would never demand you feel something you don’t, and if this is just a fuck between two people who desire each other, then it would still be sacred to me. The thing that would break me is giving you my body and my pleasure, giving you my heart and soul, and being abandoned. But I still just… I can’t let this be some version of goodbye.”
Beneath that dark, potent want coiling in her belly and the desire that turned her thighs to jelly and made her tremble, that soaked her panties and seeped into her muscles, there was fear. The fear that she’d given him an opening. She’d made him a promise. She’d painted those words on the walls of her heart and that heart could be shattered so easily now.
Agnar’s eyes didn’t soften. He didn’t rush to her and offer her sweet words or tender caresses. He didn’t take her face in his hands and promise her that the darkness in him and in the world was over. They’d shared a beautiful night, and she thought that the spirit in him had returned, but she had to be certain. She needed to hear him say it, say something.
He didn’t physically falter, but she could sense his hesitation. Something flashed in his slate gray eyes.
“I need you to tell me that you’re here, as you are, because that is the only way I’ve ever wanted you. I need to hear you say that you choose this life. You choose a family. You choose us and this pack. You choose the wolf, and you choose the gift of life.”
They were still pressed close, she could feel his hard length against her, feel his heat, his nearness, his maleness. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until he spoke.
“I’m not leaving,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “Last night I realized I’ve been a fucking fool. Whatever life has given me, I have endured. I will endure this as well. Going to Arizona to seek vengeance would change nothing. It would bring back no one. It would undo none of the years or the sorrows or the pain. I thought my destiny was to live as a warrior and die as a warrior. Life has decided otherwise. Life made me a father and life gave me a mate. I intend to make you mine. You want me to stay? I’ll stay. I’ll stay and I’ll be so deep inside you in every way that you’ll never be able to banish me.”
A shiver ran through her at his words. There was something dark and sensual in his vow. Something so erotic, that she felt a delicious tingle in her clit. Her thoughts went back to that day months earlier when they’d arrived in Arizona, and she’d attended their mating celebration. The couples fucking in the cavern, the animalistic and brutal way in which their bodies met. This man was a warrior, he was hewn from rock as much as his pack’s caves had been. For him there would be no making love or tenderness, it would be elemental and wild.
“You are staying,” she whispered, amazed she could speak at all. How the fuck was she still even standing as those images assaulted her, plowing into her like an army. She was soaked, as images of him driving his thick cock into her coursed through her mind like the swollen streams during the spring thaw,
“If you will have me,” his gray eyes met hers, as he waited for her answer.
Will I?
Before she had a chance to consider her answer, instinct took over and she turned her head to the side, exposing her neck. A gesture of submission, his response was to press his lips to her jugular, to feel her heartbeat thrum. She felt the heat of his mouth as his lips traveled to her jawbone. He shifted forward, pushing her into the table, his cock rigid, his body scotching hot. Finally, his lips found hers again, the kiss was violent, a tempest. She wasn’t a virgin, but it was clear that what she’d done in the past was nothing compared to what was going to happen with this proud warrior. There was no tenderness or sweetness, but instead brutal honesty. His body was his words of passion, and as his lips crushed hers and the roughness of his beard scratched her cheek, she found herself pressing up closer. Longing to feel him inside her.
“Here,” he gasped, as he pushed her further back against the table, so she was half lying on it with her legs over the side. His hands grasped the edge of the t-shirt she’d worn under her sweater, roughly pulling it over her head, and he made short work of her bra. He hissed as he took in the sight of her breasts.
She tried to reach out to pull off his shirt so she could see him, but he moved her hands away and instead bent down to capture a nipple in his mouth. His cock notched at her entrance and as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, she moaned. She wanted him desperately, her body craved him, she knew it wouldn’t be gentle, but the darkest parts of her responded to that call. She was all burning heat between her legs and a sick thrill trapped in her throat. She couldn’t express it. She was afraid to hear herself say those words out loud. The world thought she was meek and sweet, but what if there was something raw and dangerous inside her too? She’d responded immediately to the call of this man before she ever knew him. She’d made promises on faith in her destiny and in the knowledge that he wasn’t a gentle man. She knew his hands were steeped in blood. She knew he was a beast, a weapon, that he knew one language and those words were uttered in vengeance and brutal skill.
He put a hand in the waistband of her leggings and tore them away, followed by her panties, which he ripped from her body, tearing on both sides of the elastic and probably burning marks into her skin.
He cupped her entire pussy in his palm and then spread her wide with two fingers. He ran one along her slit, hissing out a breath. “I thought I’d have to warm you up, but you’re soaked already.” Her hips bucked, chasing the sensation, aching for more. She was so fucking empty, her walls clenching on nothing. His fingers were so close. So close to filling her. She thought about abandoning all dignity and begging him to fuck her. Not just with his fingers, but with his cock.
“Do I need to warm you up, Prairie Rose? Have you taken a cock before?”
She squirmed at his question, she’d told him about Sagen, well not about him as such, but that there’s been someone when she was younger. She nodded.
A dark glint flashed across Agnar’s face, and she caught a hint of dark spices. No that couldn’t be true, he’d insisted they weren’t proper mates so it couldn’t be the bonding scent. Was he jealous? She didn’t play games, but she was curious as to his response, “I had a lover years ago, but he left me.”
He took her thighs in his huge hands, and she shuddered as pleasure rolled through her when his fingers dug into her skin. He dragged her from where she was, towards the edge of the table. His breath was hot on her skin, “Tell me his name and I’ll find him and kill him for hurting you.”
“No!” She reached up and grasped Agnar’s face between her palms. His beard had grown longer since he’d left Arizona, and she liked it that way. Out-of-control and untamed, like him. His hair was neatly tied back into a tight knot at the top of his head. The sides had grown out too, but they’d been shaved so short before that they still weren’t longer than a soft fuzz. She longed to dig her hands into his hair, but she curled her fingers into his beard instead. “No, you won’t. And it doesn’t matter. He’s forgotten. Our paths were one from the day of our mating. You are the only man I will ever give my heart and body to. I need no justice and no vengeance. There is nothing to avenge. Nothing because it wasn’t real. This is real. You are real. You are mine and I am yours. You will have every part of me, like you said. I’ll give them all to you.”
He fell to his knees and looked so handsome down there. So cruel and brutal with the scars on his face and the severe set to his jaw and murder in his eyes.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
She had no idea what he meant until he flipped her over so fast that she felt scrambled. He allowed her toes to scrape the floor, just enough that they were barely touching. His large hands cupped her ass cheeks as she lay there, her heart was racing and her clit throbbing as she waited to see what he would do next. Her erect nipples ground painfully into the hard table and her clit was just along the lip of it, in perfect position to press into it.
She could feel his breath on her soaked pussy as he knelt behind her again, grasped her thighs to open her obscenely wide, and then his tongue traveled the full length of her slit all the way to her asshole. His fingers traveled along her ass crack, parting her and tracing that tight hole. She squirmed forward into the table, making a sound more animal than human, definitely one she’d never made before.
“Do you like that?”
“I don’t know,” she gasped out honestly.
“You’ve never taken a cock there?”
She shook her head. But suddenly an image flashed through her mind of him doing just that, the way he already made her feel, she was sure she would enjoy it quite a lot, even if it hurt, and god, when she imagined him fitting his massive cock there and splitting her apart, she imagined it would indeed hurt.
He gave a dark chuckle, a noise that made her already swollen clit throb in anticipation. His finger circled her hole again. She shivered at the foreign sensation. “It would be a first for me too.”
She cranked her head around, trying to get a glimpse of his face. With what she’d seen happening at that mating celebration on his pack lands, she could hardly believe there was nothing he hadn’t experienced.
“Now?”
His finger pressed against her hole, but not painfully. He didn’t push past her limits without her wanting it. It struck her that he might even make her beg for it. She would. She’d beg in any way and any form he wanted.
“Whenever. Today. Tomorrow. Years from now. Not until you’re sure you want me.”
“I am sure I want you, Agnar.”
“I meant here,” His finger circled her again.
Jesus god, there were so many nerves back there that she had no idea even existed. Her hips bucked forward at the sensation, and she moaned when her clit made contact with the table. She felt like she was back on those herbs again. Needing and drunk and dizzy at even the anticipation of pleasure.
“But first I want to fill your cunt.”
Fuck, she didn’t know if it was the language he was using, or the fact that she was so turned on she was about to explode, but right now all she could think about was having him inside her. It wasn’t fear that made her turn her face back to him again. “I’d like it if we… if you—you’ll think it’s stupid, I know, but I want to see your face. I want to be able to touch you.”
“Because you’re scared of the loss of control?”
“No. Because for me, for both of us, I want to be able to touch and hold you. I want to see you.”
He looked confused, but he stopped, lifting his hands from her ass. Her skin burned where he’d touched, and she longed to feel him again. She twisted around so she was sitting upright. When she reached for him, he caught her wrist. His grasp was unmerciful, but then he moved his thumb to her pulse point. She placed her other hand on his heart, absorbing the heat pouring off his massive body through the worn fabric of his shirt.
“I break things. I shatter them. I’ve taken lives. If someone ever threatened you or the boys, I’d take more yet. I’m like a landmine waiting to go off. One day, I probably will. I’ll annihilate the good in my life. I’ll be the one to hurt you.”
“No.” She shook her head, but she realized these weren’t just idle threats and he wasn’t trying to warn her off or scare her away. He truly believed these things. For him, this was his version of feeling, of cutting his chest open and offering her his heart. She picked up on the barely perceptible tremble in his hand still clasping her wrist. “No, Agnar.”
She brought her hand to his jaw and pulled him to her as she surged up and off the table, wrapping her legs around his waist. The hardness of him pressed right at her core and her body chased the sensation, hips automatically rolling forward, grinding against him, seeking pleasure. He collared her and held her up with his other arm.
He kissed her, but not like before. The ice in him thawed, the demons resting, at least for a short time. He didn’t stop at her mouth. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her jaw, before coming back to her lips. There was a brutal force held in check behind it, but that was his sweetness.
“Fuck.” He took her with him, carrying her towards the bedroom they shared and falling back onto the bed with her legs still wrapped around him. She was on top of him and gazed down at the man beneath her.
There was nothing more real than this moment. Agnar had never been something he wasn’t. There was no cloak of power, nothing to disguise his anguish. He’d never been taught to properly feel or how to express it, but he did it without knowing that he was doing it. He was more real and had more emotions than most people probably did.
She put one palm behind his head. Touching the nape of his neck was like putting her mouth to his throat. He let her do it, staring back at her with wariness.
“It’s okay to be broken. It’s okay to be heartbroken. Anything and everything from despair to joy, I want it. I want all of you, even your cruelty. I’m not afraid. Not afraid to have you right now and I’m not afraid to be your mate in the future. I’m not scared of what’s coming. Ugly or beautiful, we’ll share it together.”
“Fuck,” he hissed again, bringing his forehead to hers. His nostrils flared with the effort to keep himself in control.
There was the slightest hesitation, like he was making an agreement with himself. He’d wanted her, desired her, he’d been ready to share this, but he had wanted her in a position where they weren’t face-to-face, or heart to beating heart. He wanted her close and wanted to be close, but he didn’t know how. All he knew was how to hold himself apart and keep his distance.
“Take me out,” he rasped, like his throat was painful.
He hadn’t asked her to, but she grasped his shirt by the collar and pulled, tugging insistently until he lifted his arms and gave her what she wanted. His bare skin. She thought she was prepared for the sight of his scarred beauty, but she was wrong. It hit her like the explosion he promised. He was so solid and warm. He had the body of a fighter, and every scar made her ache, but his raw, powerful size also made her throb and writhe. He moaned as she rubbed against his cock.
She didn’t trace any of his scars. As she shuffled back, her hands were busy undoing his belt and unbuttoning those black fatigues that comprised his entire wardrobe then she reached into his boxers and her hand closed around his shaft.
He was like silk over steel. He was so thick and so hard. She made another sound she’d never heard come from her. That? He was going to try and fit that into her?
She whipped her eyes up to his face and saw the sparkle in them as he watched her fascination with his body. He was so hard and swollen that it looked like if he didn’t get immediate relief in the form of fucking her, he’d die. She felt the same way. Even if it was going to hurt, she wanted him.
She ran her hand down his shaft, watching as beads of precum spilled from the tip of him and rolled down the underside of his cockhead.
“Kneel on the bed,” he commanded, but he still sounded raw.
She was about to say that she wanted to see him, but he’d clearly caught her hesitation, “We’ll do it your way. But let me see you first?” It was said as a question, he might not do tenderness or soft, but he wanted to know that she consented to whatever he had in mind. Agnar may be many things, but she trusted him implicitly and rolled over obediently.
There was another hiss.
Was that his version of breathless? Was he as captivated by her as she was enthralled by him? Did he want her with every fiber of his being the way she wanted him and had wanted him for months? Did he crave her, dream of her, know with an unshakable certainty that everything in his life had brought him to her the way she knew that her path was always going to end in him?
It was hard to get her knees under her and she knew Agnar was watching every movement. She wondered what he saw, she was soaked, and her clit throbbed almost in time with her heart. Her skin prickled with both awareness and embarrassment. He didn’t give her time to get comfortable. His hand slipped between her legs, and she sighed when she thought he was going to tease her, fill her with his fingers, give her something to ease the ache. He didn’t. He parted her and just held her open.
“Do you want to know what I see?” he said hoarsely.
She looked over her shoulder and nodded.
“I see your cunt, pink and open and glistening for me.”
“Are you going to do that the whole time?”
“Just long enough so I can watch as I split you in half with my fat cock.” He leaned forward and notched his cockhead at her entrance, slowly moving it over her slit as he coated himself with her juices.
Agnar would always be a hard man. She didn’t want anything else from her mate. She didn’t crave gentle, soft sex. Just looking at him and holding him and being the one that he tore apart to give pleasure and release was more than enough.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, feeling my cock stretch your tight, little cunt?”
He leaned over and bit the side of her neck hard enough to leave teeth marks but not to draw blood. He dragged his teeth down her tender skin until she was dripping all over his fingers. With that she felt a pressure, then stretching as he entered her. She braced herself, waiting for him to thrust deep, but he stopped when his swollen cockhead was inside.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he said as he shifted his hips. Making his cock slip out then sliding in just the very tip again.
Prairie Rose moaned. When he came out of her, she felt empty, she wanted more. She wanted to be full. She held her breath waiting for him to plunge into her but instead, she felt the bed shift. Instead of fucking her deep, Agnar flung himself onto the mattress, lying on his back. His cock rigid.
His eyes tracked down and he made a noise in his throat that was all animal. “Take my cock,” he commanded. “All of it. I want you to work for it.”
He was so hard. His eyes burned. She’d seen him look at her that way before, but she hadn’t known what it meant. She thought she knew desire, but there were different kinds.
She had to touch him, and she shifted over and threw her leg over his big body. She had to keep one hand on the steel of his jaw, her fingers tickled by his beard. She put the other on his shoulder. She hadn’t moved fast enough, and when he caught her wrist and pulled her close then brushed his lips over her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth, it felt more like a punishment. His kiss was a punishment. Scalding and dirty, especially when he sucked her lip into his mouth and used his teeth. He licked her bottom lip leisurely, a promise of how searingly filthy it would be if he ever licked her between her legs. She could feel his cock against her stomach and ached to have him between her legs again.
She was panting before she even lowered herself down. His cockhead met her entrance, so thick that she didn’t think there was any way it would actually fit. She took her time, working herself over him, leaning back so he could watch. When he’d teased her before, she realized he must have only inserted the tip and not the whole head.
He threw back his head, his eyes shuttering.
“Fuck,” he growled when she finally took the head of him inside. “You’re tight. This has to stretch. It has to burn. It has to hurt.”
“Yes.” She could feel the stretch and the burn, but she wasn’t going to stop. It wasn’t real pain, the sensation of fullness and stretching was something else entirely. Beyond pleasure and pain.
He stayed immobile while she worked herself down his length. He wasn’t just thick, he was long, and she felt like she had forever to go. She looked down and saw the stretch of herself, watched her body take him the rest of the way.
“Fucking gorgeous, isn’t it?” Agnar said, his eyes fixated on the point where their bodies joined.
She leaned forward and he captured her mouth in a tight kiss. Suddenly he lifted his hips and she felt him slide deeper into her soaked pussy. He was so deep inside her, stretching her to the point of pain and violence. She didn’t know if she should move because it might mean disaster. Or she’d come instantly, and she didn’t want to do that either.
Agnar waited for her body to adjust and then his fingers moved until his knuckles pressed against her clit. He didn’t circle her gently. He ground down against her sensitive bud and it was enough to make her hips crest and recede. She bit down on a cry and panted. He picked her up, his hands circling her waist.
“God. Jesus. Fuck. No.”
“Is that a real no, or a ‘fuck me up and down on your cock until I explode’ no?”
“Yes.” Her nails curled into his shoulder as she grasped him harder. “Fucking yes.”
He lifted her so effortlessly. She’d never known half of his strength and force. She felt it now gathered tightly in his shoulders and his hands as they guided her. He slowly lifted her until his cock came out of her with a wet noise. His brows crashed together.
“You feel empty, don’t you? Your cunt wants my cock more than anything in the world.”
“Yes.”
“Look at you, you’re dripping for me,” he said, his eyes inflamed with lust.
She was still burning, her muscles in shock at the stretch because for decades she hadn’t had more than a single finger inside herself, and most of the time she didn’t bother, just stroking her clit quickly when she was too frustrated not to. She needed this rough, hard man to love her body back to life. She needed the hurt just as badly as she needed tenderness.
“Good. So fucking good.” He worked her back down over his cock, lowering her all on his own. He filled her until she had to let her head fall back and let him take over.
“Agnar…” She whispered his name and it felt almost holy leaving her lips. Like she was speaking her deepest, darkest secret to him and he was right there, accepting it, carrying the weight of it, claiming her and marking her anyway.
He was inside her long before this. He was the mark right on the surface of her heart that would never heal. She was glad to bear the scar of him.
“I can feel your cunt stretched tight around me. Come on my cock. All this pain, I’m so proud of you.”
She swept her hands to the back of his head and clenched his hair where it was longest. “Give me real praise,” she growled, the first huge waves of pleasure rolling nearer. She was an island out in the middle of the ocean and those waves were coming at her from all sides. She was about to be obliterated.
She could feel how tight Agnar was coiled beneath her. He could have finished this a long time ago, but he was holding himself back. Holding her back. Holding both their release and their destruction in check. She studied his face, staring straight into the glorious sun of his ragged, scarred, rugged, wolf-like beauty.
She could feel her tears gathering, the rain before the storm. When she blinked, they slid down her cheeks. “Tell me what I am to you,” she urged as she leaned over him. “Please.”
He heaved out a huge breath. His chest hit her nipples and she gasped, and he groaned at her obvious reaction. His cock throbbed deep inside her. He’d gone completely still except for all the other ways he was alive.
She could see him struggling with the words, grappling with the decision. Nothing was simple. Did he know what he wanted to say? Could he force out the words? Would he tell her? Did he feel it at all? She tried to convince herself that the coupling couldn’t and wouldn’t be so fierce and all-consuming if it wasn’t perfectly right. If they weren’t perfectly matched as mates, but anyone could have sex. She couldn’t mistake that for love, even if he’d given his word he would stay.
“Mine.” The word exploded out of him, a grenade to her body.
He gave her one vicious stroke after another, rutting into her like a wild beast. She met every stroke with a new desperation of her own. She was almost afraid of what would happen if she didn’t come.
She felt every thick inch of Agnar driving inside her until she finally burst into an orgasm so powerful that she nearly blacked out. It was like hitting the highest of highs. Nothing could compare, not even the drugs she’d unknowingly taken that night.
She ground her teeth and let him use her. He took her by the hips and rammed her up and down on his cock. There was nothing sane or gentle about it.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, more.”
She splintered apart again, driven to another forceful orgasm so powerful she could only whimper her way through it. Bones? What were bones? She didn’t have a single one left in her whole body.
He pulled out and came against her stomach, hot bursts that kept erupting again and again, until they were both sticky and wet. They were so hot, even when they started cooling.
She was disappointed that he hadn’t come inside her, but he didn’t know that she took herbs to regulate her cycle.
“Agnar,” she whispered, setting her forehead against his. He cupped the back of her neck. “So good.”
“So good,” he echoed in agreement, and in those two words, she heard that same declaration. Mine.
Her heart dared to fully hope when she looked into his gray eyes, burning like banked coals on a fire that had been freshly lit, a magical fire that might just burn for the rest of eternity.