“We suspected as much, but as you said it, was easier to think you moved on.” He turned towards the door but paused before opening it. “Be sure to let the poor woman come up for air long enough to have a proper meal. She’s thinner than I remember.”
Strian grunted, but he knew he had gained his friend’s approval, and his off-hand remark was the closest thing to a kind sentiment that they would share.
Gressa scurried to duck back under the covers when she heard the front door shut. She had crept out of bed when she heard Leif’s voice because she could not hear what they said until she stood close to the door. She managed to arrange the covers and close her eyes just before Strian opened the chamber door.
Strian took in the sight of Gressa’s hair strewn across his pillow, and her shoulder peeking out from under the blanket. He slipped into bed and pulled her against his chest.
“You don’t need to pretend. I’m sure you were listening at the door.” His fingers found her nipples as he talked. He toyed with them until Gressa pressed her hips back against his still hard length.
“How did you know?”
“Because as much as we have changed, we are both still the same. You’ve always been too curious, especially if you think it concerns you.”
“And it did.”
“Yes, in part.”
Strian rubbed his finger over the beaded nipple before pinching. He was unprepared for Gressa’s lusty response. She rolled towards him, pushing him against the mattress before straddling him. She guided his length and moaned as her body swallowed his cock.
“If you’re going to claim we’re like newlyweds, then we should act the part.”
Strian could not remember what he had been about to say as he watched Gressa’s breasts sway as her hips undulated above him. He sat up and once more pulled Gressa’s body against his, wanting them to fuse together. Gressa tightened her embrace as they moved as one. She let her head fall back as Strian nudged, making room for his scorching lips to trail kisses up to her ear.
“I want to make love to you until neither of us can see straight, until starvation forces us to stop. But the only hunger I feel now is for your body against mine. The only place I want to be is inside you.”
Gressa listened to Strian’s words and felt the ache in belly grower stronger and somehow deeper. She wanted what he did, and she wanted to hear more.
“Does it feel good?”
“Gods, do you even have to ask?”
“I’d like to know,” her tone hesitant, proving she needed some reassurance after their years of separation.
Strian dug his fingers into her backside as he pressed her harder against his length. As much as he liked the intimacy of their position, he wanted, no needed, to show her the intensity of his desire. He twisted until Gressa laid on the bed. His thrusts increased in speed and force.
“I want to be deep inside of you until you scream my name. I want to watch your nipples tighten as you climax with me so deep I feel like I can touch your heart. I want to show you how much I love you as much as I lust for the feel of you squeezing my cock until I can’t stop my need for release. I want to make love to you, and I want to fuck you. I want everything.”
Gressa’s arousal blocked out everything but Strian’s words and the feel of him. He said everything she needed to hear, and she trusted him enough to know his words were sincere. These were not the words of a man who merely sought pleasure. They were the words of a man who loved her more deeply than she might have understood if she did not feel the same for him.
“I want to see your face as you come apart in me, a look no one can share. It’s mine, and mine alone, knowing I did that to you. I want to hold you deep inside me until your need consumes you. A need that we create with only each other. Strian, we’ve made love all night. Now I want you to fuck me.”
Strian needed no further prompting. His thrusts were deep, hard, and fast. He might have worried that he would hurt her if he did not remember how much she liked this. She had always met his lust pound for pound, inch for inch. She was the only one who ever had, but then, she was the only one who had ever aroused him to such measures. She lifted her hips in time with his movements, and she begged for more with her moans and the strength of her grip on his buttocks. He was only too happy to comply.
Gressa’s body responded to Strian’s urgency with an ache that bordered on pain. The mixture of pleasure and pain had her begging for more. She watched as Strian’s control slipped further and further until there was none left. She had lost hers the moment he rolled them over. She knew her fingers would leave marks on Strian, and she wanted to. She had hidden her possessiveness and jealousy when they were younger, but she had always enjoyed seeing the small bruises, not because she enjoyed hurting him, but rather knowing she put them there, knowing no other woman had. Strian had understood without ever remarking on them.
“Are you claiming me once more?” Strian smiled despite the exertion. “I wish to do the same.”
Strian pushed up on his forearms and squeezed her breast mercilessly, garnering yet another moan of pleasure. He suckled as her nails raked down his back. He pulled back and kissed the puckered and red flesh before pressing his lips to her just above her nipple. He sucked until he was sure he would leave a mark. He repeated the love bites several times before switching to the other breast. As he covered her skin with small bruises, Gressa could no longer hold back. The physical and emotional pleasure was more than her body could withstand, and she climaxed with a loud scream that finished in a moan.
“Strian!”
Strian no longer needed to wait, his release overtaking him as he listened to his name being called from her lips, his own lips filled once more with her breast.
They collapsed breathless, Strian rolling to his side to keep from crushing her. He pulled her hip, urging her to face him.
“You’re mine, Gressa. I won’t ever let you go again. I will follow until we meet again at Odin’s feasting hall.”
“You promise?”
