Chapter 36 Freija #2
His broad hand palmed one of my breasts while his other hand tangled in my hair as he pressed his lips to mine again.
It was everything I wanted and needed all at once.
The push and pull of our bodies, the way he caressed my curves as if worshiping them, the glide of his tongue against mine.
With a gentle groan he slid down my body, brushing his lips across my abdomen, and settled on his knees.
What a sight to behold. I raked my fingers through his silver strands and tugged gently, eliciting another groan. A salty breeze swept in through the window, dancing across my heated skin as Halvar’s hands settled at the waist of my trousers.
He peered up through his long lashes, and the sight alone could’ve brought me to my knees along with him.
“These should come off too,” he whispered.
I swallowed thickly and nodded.
He hooked his hands around the material and tugged.
I let out a squeak as the leather split down the front, cool air meeting my warm center.
He didn’t wait for further instructions, nor was I going to give them.
My mind was lost to the sensation of having him so close to my clit.
He pulled the remnants of my trousers down and guided my feet to step out of them.
Without further preamble, his head turned back to my body and he nuzzled at my softness. I let out a whimper.
“Fuck, Freija,” he groaned. “Sit.”
I settled back onto the bed, and he spread my legs apart, opening me up to him. It was the most vulnerable I’d been in a long time, and I wouldn’t have wanted it with any other man. Shifting between my thighs, he brought his mouth to my center.
“What—”
His tongue flicked across my sensitive nerves, and I let out a moan.
“I’ve dreamed of this for weeks,” he rumbled, swiping at me once more and again with a more languid touch. “Indulge me, princess.”
He could have me anyway he wanted as long as he didn’t stop touching me.
“Yes,” I moaned and my back arched off the bed, pushing against his ministrations.
He laved at my core like a man possessed, gliding his hands up and down my thighs.
Digging my hands deeper into his hair, I pulled him closer, and the corners of my vision faded.
With a satisfied rumble, he slid two fingers along the inside of my thigh and brought them to my clit, circling the bundle of nerves. They pressed at my center before plunging inside.
“Oh…” The world around us ceased to exist. It was only me, Halvar, and those glorious fingers of his, gliding in and out of me with languid strokes. Those would be my end. My unraveling. I gripped the blankets and my back arched once more.
In and out he continued, his tongue circling.
My body wound tighter and tighter and tighter… My orgasm raced through me like a bolt of lightning. Sharp, violent, and as shocking as the feelings that had formed between me and Halvar.
Gasping, I peered down between my thighs. Halvar stared back with a satisfied smirk, his beard dripping with my residue. Those nerve endings he’d just obliterated wound up into a ball again, and my magic pulsed in tandem with the sensation from my core.
I needed… “More. Halvar, please.”
That smirk grew devilish, and he rose to his feet and pulled off his own trousers. His cock sprang free. Ancestors, he was massive. Every part of him was sharp and honed as if carved from the mountain itself. He leaned down and gently positioned us on the bed, resting his hips between my thighs.
The air around us shifted from light to heavy and our movements grew more desperate, like if we didn’t have each other now, we’d die. I kissed up those strong arms braced around me.
Shifting again, he brought the head of his cock to my entrance and groaned. “Freija.”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
He pressed the tip inside, and I let out an indecipherable noise of pleasure.
The way he filled me was exquisite.
I clung to him, desperate for another release.
Those chiseled abdominals flexed as he thrust in and out with slow, languid movements.
It was as if he was making sure we both enjoyed every moment, every movement.
Leaning down, he set his forehead against mine.
Our breaths mingled. That tension between us burst into a cloud of stars and bliss as we both careened toward our undoing.
I was so close again. A little more and I’d lose control—
Halvar grasped my hips and flipped us over. I let out a breathy gasp as he brought me back down on him, straddling his hips. His firm grasp urged me to rock against him. I moved forward and—
“Oh, damn, Halvar.”
His head fell back against the pillows. “Right there.”
I splayed my hands across his chest and moved against him like my life depended on it. As his grip tightened, fingers pressing into the curves of my hips, that tingling sensation wound through my limbs once more. With breathy moans we unraveled together.
Coming down from the high, I slowed my movements and finally climbed off the panting man beneath me. The covers scraped against my sensitive skin as I settled back onto the bed, the cool ocean breeze tugging at the tangled mess of my hair.
Halvar peered over with a warm and possessive look.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” I asked, drawing circles across his chest.
“I’ll kill them if they did.”
“You can’t go killing everyone you disagree with.”
“Debatable,” he grunted and tugged me into his side.
I let out a little laugh. “I want to do that again. Do you?”
He chuckled—a warm and welcoming noise that was so at odds with the self he presented to the rest of the world. “I will do that with you until you beg me to stop.”
Swallowing thickly, I wondered if there would ever come a day when that would be the case. Right now, the thought of not having Halvar nearby was devastating.
Lightly brushing his thumb across my swollen bottom lip, he asked, “What are you thinking about?”
What if this could work? What if we could actually be together and spend our nights like this? No, I couldn’t talk about this right now. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. A smirk tilted my lips, as a devious idea crossed my mind. “How I might start calling you young man instead of soldier.”
He scoffed and pulled me tighter against him. “I dare you to try.”