Chapter 11 Aura #2
His knees spread her thighs apart, and once again, his fingers command her pleasure, teasing along her clit and entrance soaked with yearning. This time, his touch is rougher, as if he seeks to possess her.
The arousal building in her center reaches a fever pitch. Just as she reaches the precipice, he removes his fingers from between her legs. Abruptly, he plunges them down her throat so she tastes her passion.
As she gags, he chuckles darkly against her ear. “How will you ever take anything bigger if you cannot choke on my fingers?”
Tears trickle over her cheeks as he pushes further down her throat. “Suck your arousal off of me like a good girl.”
She hollows her cheeks, her tongue swirling around his fingers with a needy groan. She feels him roll and tug on her nipple, the initial pain dulls to an ache between her legs.
“Such a dirty little slut for me. Aren’t you? Use your words, Princess.”
She formulates the words, ‘yes, I am your dirty little slut,’ but only garbled mutterings emit from her gagged mouth.
Calder slaps her breast with one hand while recommencing his tight pressure on her clit with the other.
Yes, oh please, just like that! Her hips gyrate against his fingers, chasing the release she so desperately requires.
“I never realized how deeply I have been starved.” His need swallows her whole. The feverish hunger from this warrior, so damn forbidden to her, does nothing to lessen her own longing.
“How deprived my life is of this burning thirst I fear will never be satisfied.”
Her flushed skin lights aflame, and she knows she is moments from coming undone on the Iss Drengr’s fingers, which have increasingly grown frigid. The hand caressing her breasts shifts back to her neck.
Why am I not afraid of him taking away my breath? Instead of feeling apprehensive, she relishes the chilling sensation from the very hands that have slain countless innocents.
“So needy, my beautiful girl. Do you wish to come apart for me?” His lips ghost her temple.
“Yes, please.” She mutters through the unbelievable pleasure.
“Use your words, pretty girl.” His fingers shift course, teetering her orgasm on the edge. “Beg me to release you.”
“Please, Jarl Calder!” She screams through the thicket.
“I want you to come for me, Princess!”
Aura’s lips part in a silent scream as the most intense release of her life rips through her body. Her hips roll against his fingers, and she clutches the back of his head for support. Feral noises erupt from her chest, and she can feel his growl resonate beneath her back.
At last, her orgasm calms to a distant purr as she settles into his lap, his cock a rock beneath her behind.
“Someone has a dirty side,” he growls, releasing his grip on her throat. He pulls her close to his chest as contented pants escape from her lips.
With a firm yet gentle hand, he brushes away the locks clinging to her face.
She tucks into him as he continues to stroke her hair.
“You’re mine, Princess.”
The words are barely audible, and for an instant, she questions whether she heard them at all.
Before she can contemplate his words and their meaning, she sees a pair of fuzzy ears peeking through the surface of the water. The reason they wandered into the forest.
And a delightful distraction.
Aura scrambles into an upright position in his lap as she fumbles for her notebook, quill, and ink vial. She positions the tip of her quill over the page, and a drop of ink splatters onto the blank parchment. A tiny white mink hops onto the shore with a fish clutched in its mouth.
Calder merely shifts his hands away from her but shows no signs of discontent.
His unwavering mood is a more terrifying prospect than if he had raged or stormed off. He is a patient predator, waiting her out, ready to savor her at the opportune moment.
It is torturous to attempt to overlook his larger-than-life presence.
As she glances over her shoulder at his handsomely scarred face, she finds him intently focusing on her hand as it dances across the page of the book, sketching the mink as it munches on its catch.
Oh, how she wishes she could indulge in this softer side of him.
Instead, the chaos in her heart persists.
She so desperately wants to surrender herself entirely to him.
Even if she shouldn’t.
Even if it would cost him his life and the disappointment of her father.
Finally, the creature scurries away. Minutes or hours may have passed as they sat still watching it. She could not be sure.
She turns the drawing to show Calder, who gives a genuine smile. “Did I miss the second one?” He taps the parchment, which features another smaller mink.
Her cheeks warm as she carefully rips the paper from the book. “He seemed lonely, swimming by himself.” She twists in his lap and hands him the sketch. “Not unlike you.” Reluctantly, she stands, stretching her arms and legs.
How can I possibly express the myriad of emotions he thrusts upon me in every encounter? What is happening between us?
Calder carefully folds the paper and, surprisingly, tucks it away in his breast pocket. “Is that how you see me? Lonely and swimming around?”
She brushes moss from the back of her calves with a grin. “I don’t think you wish to be alone.”
“I find it interesting how you know me so well.”
Through eavesdropping on conversations amongst her family, she is piecing together the complicated man that is Calder Avardsson. Her time spent with him has only deepened her understanding, and, frustratingly, her longing to immerse herself in him like the South Sea on a hot day.
“Perhaps you are not as mysterious as you may think.” She hugs her notebook to her chest. “But I do relish spending time with you.” She steps into him.
He inclines his head. “I am yours, Aura, for as long a time as we have together.”