“You are the King of the Vanheim. You can have me any way you want,” I coo, getting closer.
“This is what I want. I want to watch you use me.” He runs his hand up my ribs as I rest my knees around his body. My chest rises and falls quickly out of the slightest tendrils of fear that in this moment, I won’t be enough.
Shaw fits the tip of his cock inside me and glides his hands up, around the curve of my hips. His cock is wider than his fingers, and sliding down only a fraction causes my whole body to tremble. My walls spasm as he watches my eyes squeeze shut with pressure building against the single barrier between us.
“Eyes on me,” he says. My gaze snaps to him. His fingers trace my lower lip, keeping my mouth open, and I grip the sheetsunderneath us for support. The tension in my jaw slowly releases, allowing me to encompass more of him until we reach my limit.
“I can’t,” I whimper. His cock is nestled inside me, along with the acute sting of being stretched far too wide.
“You’re doing so well. I promised to bury myself in your tight cunt. Do you still want that?”
I hum ayes, and he pulls me down to his chest. Nuzzling my face in his neck to absorb the scent of embers and snow, I dig my nails into his skin. With one ripping thrust, combined with his hands pushing my hips down,we become one.
My cunt opens, leaking hot blood between us, but he keeps thrusting until the pain is replaced with devastating rapture. Leaning up on his shoulders, I look at where we are connected in all our uninhibited glory.
“Fuck, I want you on top of me every day,” he grinds out, rocking my hips forward. Taking the initiative, I roll myself forward and back, succumbing to the deep pleasure of being seated on his cock. My chest is exposed when I return my hands to his thighs, and his mouth claims one of my nipples. Ripples of pain web out over my breasts in the best way. I am so close to coming I want to cry.
He wraps his arm around my hips. “I’m going to lay you down.”
Kissing my forehead, he pulls out and scoops me up, switching positions, but my hollow cunt flutters around the emptiness. He drenches his knuckles in my soft, swollen slit and guides his strong thumb up and down my clit.
“Please.” I am fully begging, and his smile turns wicked above me.
“Do not beg. You are too beautiful like this.” He takes the chain out of the bracelet. Wrapping it around my wrist and looping the ends through my fingers, Shaw clasps his hand in mine. “Touch yourself.” His raw voice sends a fresh flood of arousal through me.
With my free hand, I circle my clit, basking in the exhilaration of him watching me. He slips his cock back inside, and my walls stretch at the new angle. Shaw pushes his hand into mine, and the links on the chain begin to glow. I raise my ass higher to get more of him as he pulls out halfway to torture me.
“I want to lose myself in you.” He gazes down with reverence.
“Stop being gentle.” I blink back the gravity of my own admission. “Fuck me like a god.”
He sinks into me, capturing my groan with his mouth on mine. Kissing his lips, his neck, his collarbones, I call his name while he thrusts long and hard over and over again. He grabs my ass, keeping me still so he can withdraw and plunge inside like I am the well from which all pleasure begins and ends. My first orgasm catches me off guard, erupting over my body. Shaw slows his thrusts, staying deep inside me while I squirm and leak down his balls.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper. He steps off the bed to drag my legs up to his shoulders.
“Never. You’re mine.” He shudders and pushes himself inside me with a new purpose. Holding my legs tight to his shoulders, he releases every pent up moment of desire with unrelenting thrusts. My body soaks in his power willingly. I focus on returning the exquisite love, drawing the fragments of our bond together until there is only one beautiful flowing river of gold between us.
“I’m coming.” I can’t stop myself from writhing beneath him on the bed. My thighs shake, and I feel his cock twitch, hitting my walls with such force the bed moves.
“Stay with me.” He collapses on top to keep our bodies flush together. When the chain on my hand touches his skin, he comes so deep, my stomach flips over, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder. Hooking his arm under my leg, he keeps us together and pushes us into the middle of the bed.
We lay tangled in each other, catching our breath and reveling in the quiet of our union. Tenderly, I stroke his back up and down, circling his shoulders. With every second that passes, his tattoos sprawl out down his arm.
“Shaw, your tattoo,” I murmur. He rolls off me to twist his arm so he can see the blue scrollwork darkening his muscled shoulder.
“Hopefully you like it. I will continue to change until we return to the Vanheim.”
“And me?” I ask, suddenly worried I am going down a road I cannot return from.
“You won’t look different until you cross over. But with the last link still not connected and both of us living in limbo, we are at our most vulnerable.” He stands from the bed to find the water pitcher. “Are you satisfied?”
“I am,” I answer, but my fierce smile fades when I see my blood smeared on both of our legs.
“Come to the edge of the bed.” He pulls the sweater I wore everyday in the caves out of our bag. It smells like us, and I suddenly have the urge to have sex all over again. Shaw takes a damp cloth and cleans us. The friction from the cloth renews my desire.
“We should sleep, but if you keep looking at me like that, I don’t know if I can show restraint,” he teases. “Let’s pour the last link before I give up and taste you.” I shiver in his boldness and wrap the sweater around myself. He puts on pants and places the little mold on the stone hearth. Taking the smelt cup, he passes me smaller tongs so I can help remove the lid.
“Did it look like that back in the cabin?” I watch the molten metal swirl in a circle like it is set in motion by an unseen force.
