“Jonas. Yes, there.” My body squirmed and writhed. “There, gods, deeper.”
His breaths were ragged pants. Jonas leveraged onto his knees and tugged my hips up and toward him. I sobbed in pleasure at the new depth, the new invasion.
What little control he had left snapped. He pounded into me, wringing out every last piece of my release until his body shuddered. His face heated in a beautiful twist of pleasure as his release poured into me in hot bursts.
My husband slumped forward, his palms flattened beside my head, holding him over me. Silence surrounded us save for the rough gasps we shared.
When he pulled away, Jonas kept his hand over my entrance, and whispered, “Don’t lose a drop yet. I want to be dripping from you into tomorrow, Wife.”
“Good hells.” I closed my eyes, moaning under his touch. “Where do you think of your words?”
“It comes naturally, only for you.”
Once Jonas was satisfied I would never be able to forget what went on here tonight, he settled beside me. Our arms were tangled, our legs threaded like a woven tapestry. We held onto each other like the darkness of the fading sun might tear us apart.
I could feel the heat of his stare for a few breaths before he traced the curve of my nose, my lips.
“Where are your thoughts?” I asked.
Jonas stopped tracing my profile, dropped his arm around my belly, and hooked one of his legs around mine, pulling me close. He nuzzled his face in my hair. “I don’t want to say the wrong things.”
My pulse thudded. To me, my body would never recover from being loved by Jonas Eriksson. Was it not the same for him?
“Might as well tell me.”
His fingers drew small circles over my belly. “I’m . . . overwhelmed by you.”
“I don’t understand.”
Jonas sighed and propped his chin on a curled fist, looking down at me. “I’ve had lovers, Skadi, and I’d be a liar if I said my body did not enjoy it.”
“Do you think I hold it against you? I don’t.”
“Good.” He kissed my shoulder, but concern was still written in his features. “I was a fool and thought this would be much the same, but it was something else entirely. It was like a first. I have never,never, felt the way I did just now, like my blood was going to burn out of my veins.” He shook his head, chuckling, and returned his face to the curve of my neck. “My words aren’t making sense.”
I tightened my hold on his body, blinking my burning eyes toward the rafters overhead. “I understand. The feeling was the same.”
He smiled against my skin and held me tighter.
When his breaths turned soft and his body relaxed with sleep, I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you too.”
Chapter 33
The Mist Thief
My knees were tuckedagainst my chest, a woven wrap was around my shoulders, and half-eaten on a plate on the table was a honey cake with spiced cream.
The morning stole Jonas away with his mother, Sander, and most of the Kryv to see to a shipment from the Southern shores. I woke to a note on his pillow and a bawdy list of all the things my nightmare planned to do to me once he returned.
Tomorrow we would leave for our first visit back to Natthaven.
I would miss the laughter, the chaos, the moments where it was so simple to forget we even had royal duties. Still, I did look forward to introducing Jonas to the isle in a different light other than battle.
All week my body ached for more of the man. No mistake, I would never sleep soundly again if he were not curled around me. My core throbbed merely thinking of the wonderfully torturous ways Jonas Eriksson used his tongue, the way he twisted me up and commanded my body until I felt like I would split in two from heated pleasure.
I blew out a breath, rubbing the flush of heat off my neck, and forced my focus on the pages. The tale was a fae saga. A symbol of Mira’s realms was embossed on the parchment, then again Von gave up they’dspent the first week of our tentative vow gathering tales from across the fae realms.
I had Night Folk stories, sea fae legends, twisted stories of fate from the Western lands. The tale in my hands spoke of two boys who grew as brothers and took different titles—a lord of heart and a lord of war.
