Heat roars through me like a wildfire, or more appropriately, like dragon fire, and I push back against him, panting and struggling to feel his cock press against me. In return, he pulls at my shirt with open frustration. Something tears and buttons pop off, pinging along the stone floor. I don’t know where this sudden, intense need has come from, but something in me echoes and embraces his wildness.
“What happened to magically taking my… Oh my god, do that again… Taking my clothes off? Umm, that's so good.”
“Where is the fun in that?” he says in a wicked voice, and then we’re a mess of arms and hands, groans and grunts as clothes fall away, some of them in tatters, which is definitely down to him.
Then I’m spun around, and our naked bodies come together. “Yes,” I chant over and over again. The passion is so intense that it discombobulates me a little. I thought we were headed for a nap, not sex against a door when we’re barely inside his house. I’m entirely on board with the plan now, though, and we struggle to get closer and closer still. All the time, he’s kissing me, and I can feel his desperation in the occasional clash of teeth and the way his breath hitches as he bites my lip.
“Sig,” I breathe, cupping his cheek and kissing him back just as hard. I want to get so close nothing could ever tear us apart, and he lets me, shoving his body into mine until I’m pinned.
Then I’m in motion, and I give a squawk of alarm. “What are youdoing?”
“Is it not obvious?” he pants, peppering kisses along my face and biting my chin. His hands are full of my arse, and he’s hoisted me up so only my back is against the door. I obligingly wrap my legs around him and pull him close.
“It feels like you’re about to fuck me against the door,” I moan, throwing my head back as he sucks on my neck.
“Careful,” he chides and then negates the warning by doing it again. I’m going to be covered in hickeys by the time we’re done. I love that thought and press closer, tilting my head invitingly.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters. “Sosweet.”
I push my hand down, searching for his dick. My breathing comes in pants that make the air between us sticky and humid. It feels like he’s burning up, his skin hot to the touch, and he cries out when I contort and grab his cock. I try to push him against my hole, but grumble when I can’t reach.
“Wait,” he says. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“No.” I grab his shoulders, my nails making streaks of red along his golden skin. “I want you now.” I rut furiously against him, rubbing my cock in the grooves of his abs and leaving a sticky trail.
He runs his finger over one and sucks it in, his eyes closing in ecstasy.
“My hot little human,” he whispers fervently.
We kiss again, our teeth drawing blood. He lodges his cock against me, the head slippery with precome, his scent strong, and I screw my eyes shut and try to bear down on him.
“I haven’t opened you up,” he says in alarm.
“It doesn’t matter,” I insist. “It won’t hurt.” Somehow I know this for a fact. My body was made in some way for him—the glove to his hand—and I push down, crying out as I feel him slide easily into me.
“Cary,” he cries out. “Wait. Oh, my gods.”
He bottoms out, and we stare at each other, our gazes caught. His eyes are molten gold. Last time, we waited for me to adjust and catch my breath. That doesn’t happen this time. Instead, something snaps, and we go at each other as if the world is going to end before we can come.
His strength is unbelievable. He hoists me effortlessly, holding my backside in his big hands and shuttling me up and down on his cock while he thrusts. Like I’m a sleeve for him. I cry out at the thought, my head falling back limply.
He immediately latches on, biting my throat. His breaths are coming in panting gasps, and I’m no better. Sweat pours off me, stinging my eyes and splattering on him, and this time I know I don’t imagine the sizzle as the drops hit him.
I hang on to his neck, limp, allowing him to fuck me with his big cock pistoning into me, sending goosebumps all over my body. I realise I’m screaming when I feel the scrape in my throat, but I can’t stop. All the while, his cock rubs my prostate. The nub is swollen, and I feel my teeth start to chatter. The pleasure is almost alarming.
“I can’t,” I mutter, and he grunts as his wet hair slides over my skin.
“You can,elskling. You are my match in everything. The other part of me.”
He moves, folding me up until my arse is open to him, ramming into me harder and harder. I can feel the slap as his cock tunnels in. My hole is sore, but I wouldn’t stop if the room were on fire. As if hearing me, I see flickers, and when I look around, I cry out in shock.
The room is full of flames. They dance around us, pink, gold, and midnight blue, bathing us in heat. They run across my hands and arms, leaving a tickling warmth rather than a burn.
Sigurd jerks and tries to pull back. “What?—?”
I clench down on him. He shouts and rams into me faster, and still the flames burn.
I grab my cock with one hand, fisting it and feeling the tingles run over me like I’m soaked in Sigurd’s magic the way I am with his slick.
