The more he thrust in, the easier it became. Soon he was gliding in and out with delicious ease.
Torsten threw his head back and let out a guttural moan. “Aife, this is…I’m not going to last. It feels too good. You feel too good. I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop. Take your pleasure,” she whimpered. He deserved it, deserved to know what it was to erupt inside a woman. She’d already had her pleasure, and anyway, they had all night. And then the next. And the next.
Releasing one ankle, he bent forward and took her left breast in his hand. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Do what you do whenyou’re on your own. Help me. I will learn, in time, to please you, I swear, but for now I need?—”
Aife saw how desperate he was to have her reach her pleasure with him inside, and she could feel she was not too far from blessed release. The fingers teasing her nipple, the shaft sliding in and out of her, the love burning in Torsten’s eyes, it was all too much, and had brought her to the edge of ecstasy.
She put her hand over the place where the two of them were joined and started to rub with the finger adorned with her new ring. A few strokes were all it took. She’d been so well prepared by Torsten’s hand and mouth that she erupted in no time, milking him when violent spasms overtook her body.
“Torsten!” she squeaked, shocked by the violence of this second, even more devastating release.
“Yes. Just like—ah!”
Liquid heat flooded her insides. Torsten roared, jerked, and a moment later collapsed by her side, looking utterly spent. For a long moment he just stared at the ceiling. Then he turned to face her and placed a possessive hand on her breast, smiling.
“My love. I fear you have married an insatiable man eager to make up for lost time, a husband who will give you little respite.”
Aife smiled back. Was this supposed to scare her? It did not.
“Fine by me. As long as you don’t mind having a wife desperate to explore every inch of you.” A wicked idea formed in her mind. She had alluded to it earlier, and the notion wouldn’t leave her. “I might even cover you in honey once the bees have done their work and lick you clean. Thanks to you, it has become my new favorite treat,” she breathed in his ear.
“Fine by me. Every inch of me is yours, anyway.”
The knockon the door broke through Aife’s sleep with all the subtlety of a bucket of icy water thrown over her. In a distant part of her mind she heard Torsten open the door and whisper to their shameless visitor, hopefully to send them away. She hid under the fur covers with a groan, protecting her eyes from the admittedly still feeble light.
Really, who dared come visit at this hour? Didn’t everyone here know last night had been her and Torsten’s wedding night? Couldn’t people guess they would be in no mood to be awoken at dawn?
“What was that? Who thought it all right to disturb us so early on such a day?” she grumbled once she’d heard Torsten close the door again.
“Early?” she heard him say from behind her, mirth in his voice. “’Tis almost evening, wife.”
Aife threw back the covers and sat bolt upright on the pallet, looking at the window facing west. Indeed, the light was coming from there. She blinked in disbelief. Had she really slept all day? This had never happened to her before, not even once in her life.
“Evening?”
“Evening,” Torsten confirmed with smile so broad it unveiled all his teeth. Then he sat on the only chair to look at her, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was dressed in the same blue tunic he had worn the day before and looked just as mouthwatering as he had then. “You did wake up at dawn, as usual, but so did I and…well, let’s just say that once I was finished with you, you went straight to sleep.”
Oh. Now she remembered. Indeed, he had not given her any respite, taking her over and over again until she couldn’t remember how to say the wordyes.
“Who was at the door?” she asked, doing her best not to let her embarrassment show, though she suspected her cheeks had gone flaming red.
“Moon.”
Oh no. The heat burning her cheeks crept all the way to her ears. Now her brother would know she had been so well pleasured the night before that she had slept the day away. Well, at least Torsten still had all his limbs, which meant Moon had not taken exception to the idea.
“What did he want?”
“A visitor arrived in the village today. She’s very anxious to see you so I said you would go see her as soon as you were ready.”
His eyes were sparkling with delight. Or was it mischief? Aife frowned. A visitor wanted to see her. Afemalevisitor. She had no idea who that might be.
“It’s not… Please tell me it’s not Edita?” Surely her cousin would not be back so soon? Unless she had decided she would rather have a Norse husband instead of the uninspiring Wulfric? Had she set her sights on Knut, who had made a strong impression on her? If that was the case, she would be disappointed, as he was now seeing Brenna, a woman he had hated all his life. But perhaps Edita would do all she could to break the two of them apart and?—
“Calm yourself,” Torsten cut in before she could get her thoughts into a tangle. “It’s not Edita.”
Yes, itwasmischief playing in his eyes, she decided. Who on earth had come to visit? Unable to wait another moment to find out the identity of the mysterious woman, Aife jumped to her feet and gave a gasp of surprise.
