The same sensations that had assaulted her body earlier, when he had told her all he wanted to do to her in the crudest of terms assaulted her again.
“Sven…” A whimper this time.
“Aye. Sven.” His arm tightened around her middle, holding her flush against him, making her feel how ready he was. “Me. I’m here, in your bed, by your invitation. So ask me to give you what we both want. Please. Beg me to take you, and give you pleasure.”
“Sven.” A surrender.
He didn’t need any more. Nudging at her shoulder, he rolled her to her front until she lay flat on her stomach. Her shift was quickly disposed of and a heartbeat later soft lips surrounded by soft hairs were creating a blazing trail along her spine. Mm. She did love his beard, and it felt amazing on her skin. Groaning all the while, Sven kissed and licked her all the way to the swell ofher buttocks. Palming her, he used his knee to spread her legs open before positioning himself between her thighs.
Just when she was certain he was going to enter her, he paused.
“Tell me this first. Is there another man in your life?”
Shock caused her to still. She would have thought him lost to all reason by now, just like she was. But here he was, wondering if he had to the right to take her.
“No,” she managed to say. Not in the way he meant, at least.
“You’ve had other lovers, though?”
“Yes. But no one special.” That was no lie. None of these men had meant a thing, she saw that now.
The reward for her answer was a growl, in her ear. “Good. You’re all mine then. Can you feel this?”
How could she not? He was sliding his length up and down her opening, making her mad with need. She could feel it getting coated in her juices, and little wonder. Never had she been so aroused. Every inch of her tingled, the place between her legs throbbed, demanding to be filled. Even her nipples ached.
This bore no resemblance to their wild night in his hut, when he’d showcased his strength and skill by taking her in every possible position, up against the wall, on her hands and knees, making her ride him and supporting her weight when she thought she would collapse. Tonight he was being impossibly tender—which had reduced her to a quivering, incoherent mass of need.
“Please, Sven, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Hush, I told you, you wouldn’t have to beg. Where do you want it?”
Where did he think? “I don’t unders?—”
The word died on her lips when she felt him push at an opening she had never once considered using for lovemaking.Thatwas what he’d meant when he’d asked where she wantedit? She had not known such a possession was possible but everything within her sizzled at the shocking notion. Could he really do that?
Could she agree?
Her eyes closed again. He was giving her secret cleft the most scandalous massage and it felt amazing. Until she understood what he was really doing—and remembered the size of his shaft.
“Wait, I-I’m not sure…” Panic flooded her. What was she thinking, of course, they couldn’t?—
“Hush, lovely, don’t worry. We can do that some other time,” Sven purred, placing a reassuring kiss in the crook of her neck, followed by a playful nip. “For now let me just do this the way I know you like.”
“Yes.” She didn’t even pretend to hesitate. She arched her back in invitation and a moment later she felt him slide inside her with an ease betraying the strength of her desire. Finally. This was what she needed.
“Mm. Feel that? Your little cunt is soaked, ready for me. I like that I have that effect on you because you make me harder than nails.”
Damnation, why did he have to have such a dirty mouth? She’d been shocked that first night in the summer when he’d used crude words with her, until she’d realized that it aroused her like nothing else.
Once he was buried to the root, he stilled and she almost screamed her frustration. Now was not the time to stop! She turned her head to look over her left shoulder. He was poised over her, his eyes gleaming in the firelight, the fiercest warrior she could imagine.
“Sven. Please.” She tried to move and found that she could not.
“Yes. Ask me to fuck you.”
Oh, the wretched man. Was he really going to stop now if she didn’t say the words?
“You said you wouldn’t make me beg,” she rasped.
