Astra moaned as his hands moved up her back to her neck and he buried them in her hair. His fingers trailed across her scalp, making her shiver. She loved it when he did that and he had to have known because he did it on a regular basis.
The kiss gradually built from slow and lush into a scorching mating of lips, tongues, and teeth. Astra pulled back, panting, but Rune didn’t let her get far because his hands fisted in her hair.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” she said, reaching for his shirt. A button popped off as she tried to shove it through the buttonhole. “Damn,” she cursed, trying to focus on what she was doing.
But her body was burning up and her pulse throbbed. She couldn’t regain control. As her hands moved down his shirt, some of the buttons slipped through easily and others hit the floor with a ping.
When she was finally done and the shirt hung from his shoulders, she shoved the garment from his shoulders. Rune finally released her hair and lowered his arms, so the fabric fell to the floor with a soft whisper.
With that done, she reached for the hem of her shirt, almost ripping the material over her head. She tossed the shirt aside and, a moment later, her bra followed the same path. Astra took Rune’s hands in hers and lifted them to her bare breasts.
“Touch me,” she demanded.
His thumbs brushed her nipples and she shuddered again. It had only been a week since the last time he touched her, but it felt like years. She couldn’t wait.
Astra’s fingers went to his belt, unbuckling it before she attacked the button and zipper on his pants. A few seconds later, they fell to the floor as well, his belt cracking against the wood.
Rune released her long enough to kick off his shoes, peel off his socks, and drop both his pants and his underwear. Naked, he rose and lifted her off her feet. When her back hit the bed, she rolled, taking him with her.
Once she was on top, she unbuttoned her pants and shifted to the side to shove them off her legs. Why in the hell hadn’t she done this before he picked her up? Within seconds, she was naked, but Rune pounced on her, pinning her wrists next to her head.
She didn’t try to fight, only demanded, “Kiss me.”
Rune complied, brushing his mouth against hers. Then, his lips trailed over her neck, across her collarbone, and down. Astra moved beneath him. She needed him to touch her, to be inside her. It felt like weeks rather than days since the last time.
“Rune,” she said.
“Shhh.” His teeth scraped her hip as he worked his way down her body.
“Rune,” she repeated.
“I’m busy.”
Astra didn’t want to laugh but she did smile. Rune had released her wrists and lowered his hands to her knees. He pushed her legs apart, settling between them. Astra arched at the first touch of his tongue on her flesh. Her clit pulsed when he closed his lips around it.
Astra gasped and her back arched as he sucked at her. His tongue flicked against her clit, over and over, and her body drew taut. In just a few moments, he had her hovering on the edge of orgasm.
Her fingers tangled in his short hair, and she shuddered. “Rune,” she repeated.
His mouth became more insistent and the tension within her snapped. Astra’s head flew back. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, stealing her breath and pushing her deeper. She wondered if it was possible to drown in bliss.
Rune gave her clit one last lick and she writhed on the bed, her body still sensitive and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.
He lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up her body. Astra’s eyes teared when his lips pressed to her sternum, right over her heart.
His mouth returned to hers, but all the impatience and urgency she’d felt earlier were gone. She only wanted him. However, she could have him.
Rune’s hips settled between her legs, and he slid inside her, smooth and deep. Astra wrapped her legs around his waist, moving with him. He moved slowly inside her, drawing out each sensation. Each spark.
Astra sighed into his mouth as he kissed her, feeling her body heating once more. Her hands lifted to his shoulders, latching onto the lean muscles that lined his back. The tips of her fingers dug into the muscles as his mouth moved from hers to her throat. She knew what was coming and she reveled in it.
Rune’s hips moved faster as he thrust harder and deeper, stoking the heat inside her until it was nearly an inferno.
Astra gripped his waist with her thighs, wrapping her legs completely around him.
As the pleasure crested, Rune pressed his face against her throat, moving her head to the side. His fangs lightly scraped her skin before they sank into her neck. Astra clutched his head to her as he drank and let the savage rapture burst within her.
It was like this every time he bit her. It was more than pleasure. More than ecstasy. It was essential. Necessary.
