Catching the curve of her neck between his teeth, he bit lightly at the same moment he plunged a finger inside her, slowly imitating what he truly wanted to do. A fierce tremor shook her, a short sharp scream erupting before she cut it off. He halted his rough movements within her sex.
"I want to hear you, Thora."
A shuddering breath racked her shoulders and she gave a low moan. The need in the sound jolted his cock. He resumed his torment of her sex and sucked hard on her neck. Her cries came continuously now, and with great reluctance, he withdrew his finger and pulled his mouth from her throat.
"Wh-what? Ari…?"
The confusion in her hoarse voice added another layer of hunger to his desire. Still, if he wanted to hear her beg, he had to maintain his control, no matter how tenuous his hold.
He rested his hand against her sex, not stroking, not penetrating. A few moments later, Thora began to thrust her hips, pushing her groin into his hand, as if trying to spur him to continue. Her sharp, frustrated gasps drew a smile.
"What is it, Thora? What do you want?"
She gave a low groan of frustration. "You're heartless. How can you… do such things and then stop?"
"Tell me what you want."
She stiffened against him. He sensed the clearing of her desire. He would give her a moment or two of clarity before sending her into that lustful state once more.
"I know what you wantmeto do." Her voice grew stronger, and a little colder.
He held back a grin, forcing his expression to sober when she twisted around to meet his gaze.
"I will not beg."
Her declaration rang out among the trees around them. At that moment, he once more slipped inside her, this time with two fingers. She wiggled against him, her eyes widening before hazing over with desire once more.
"Won't you? You want this, Thora, don't you? Me touching you, making you feel things you never knew before. Things only I can make you feel."
Passion and anger warred in her gaze. He let his thumb brush against her clit for the barest moment. Her mouth fell open and she sucked in a deep gulp of air. Once again, he ghosted over the hard bundle of nerves and her head fell back, a long low moan echoing around him.
"You like that, don't you?" He didn't do it again, just kept his fingers sliding gently inside her.
She remained silent, her body still. He sensed the struggle within her, her pride refusing to give in to his demands, her lust screaming to yield. She didn't push him away, despite her hands maintaining their ever-tightening grip on his arm.
He gave her clit another stroke and her fingers clenched again, yet she still made no effort to fend him off. He continued the steady rhythm inside her, gently pushing her against his needy cock. Soon her hips began to undulate against his hand, now her grasp on his arm changing, this time to aid his efforts. He once more lowered his mouth to her neck, giving her a little nip and caressing her clit again.
He forced himself to focus entirely on pleasuring Thora, in an attempt to ignore his own desperate need. Each movement sent her rubbing against his cock and he offered a small prayer of thanks to Odin that the trousers muted some of the fiery desire her motions spurred. He'd never known such wanting, such need. It threatened to overpower him until another soft cry from Thora drew his attention back to her.
He ground his teeth to force his yearning back. For a few moments, he succeeded in ignoring his lust. The tempo of her cries sent birds rushing from the trees. Ari barely noticed, too caught up in the taste and feel of her, savoring each sound she make as he waited for the words he wanted to hear. He teased her clit again, then once more before sliding his fingers from her pussy.
"No!"
Her voice, filled with frustrated anguish, accompanied more thrusting against his now motionless hand. Her eyes shone with tears. The sight roused all sorts of emotions he didn't recognize. Or perhaps he chose not to.
"Damn you, Ari! Why did you stop?"
He chuckled. "What do you want Thora?"
He held her gaze, daring her to refuse him again. To his surprise, and also his delight, she actually did, giving him a short shake of her head. He studied her, trying to discern what he read in those dark eyes. Did she actually enjoy the way he tormented her? So be it.
He leaned over and devoured her mouth, sweeping his tongue deep inside. Her moans echoed into him, sending his passion even higher. He forced it back. She wanted this, he would give it to her. Later, she would repay him in the most delightful ways, over and over.
He didn't want to relinquish her sweet mouth, but he needed to concentrate both on their journey and making Thora beg. For she would, he had no doubt.
Several moments passed before he made another attempt to touch her pussy. The moment his fingers slid along her moist flesh, the mad quivering began anew. This time, he kept his touch light and teasing, avoiding her clit entirely. The music of Thora's cries urged him to keep up the torment, giving her a respite only after she'd called his name.
Close to what he wanted to hear. Soon.
