I curl my tongue around it, eyes never leaving his as I suck lightly.
“Bite down,” he orders, and when I do, he hisses.
The air is magnetic, and I give in to a fight I will happily lose.
I don’t know who reaches for who first, but it’s an upsurge of passion as our lips connect. I am robbed of air as Ulf kisses me hard and long, fisting my hair and angling my mouth to how he wants. My tongue collides with his in a frenzied kiss sent from above.
He licks the seam of my mouth before thrusting his tongue back in and sucking. I moan around him, which vibrates all the way to my toes. I want him inside me, and I want it now.
With frantic fingers, I unfasten his trousers, but to my surprise, he slaps my hand away. I watch with feverish interest as he runs his hand down the front of my gown. The thin material does nothing to conceal my pearled nipples.
I am so affected by his touch.
I crave it.
With a sharp tug, he tears open my gown, my breasts spilling free. Ulf bends down and takes one into his mouth, brushing his tongue over my nipple before sucking hungrily. I cradle his head to my chest and arch backward. My long hair tickles my back, only adding to this erotic experience, which leaves me breathless.
Ulf is hungry for me and makes clear what he wants when he tears the rest of my gown from my body and removes the useless garment. I am bare beneath the full moon. Nothing could be more perfect. That is, until I yank Ulf’s mouth away, only to remove his clothes in haste.
When he, too, is naked, I take a step back and admire him.
Ulf the Bloody is the epitome of masculine energy. He’s tall, muscular, marred with scars and tribal markings that begin at his bicep and wrap around his arm. Soft, dark hair covers his chest, leading down to his glorious V-muscles.
His erect cock stands thick, long, and hard.
I grow wetter between the legs.
Stepping forward, I reach for the aegishjalmr that hangs from a silver chain. It means as much to the Danes as the crucifix does to Christians.
His skin prickles with goose bumps as I brush my fingers through his chest hair. He smells like pine needles and lavender. He allows me to take my time, familiarizing myself with his hard body. But the moment we touch, memories flood; as do my feelings.
Ulf lifts me into his arms and walks us toward the water. I lock my legs around his waist as our mouths meet in a passionate kiss. He stops when we’re waist deep. The cool water feels wonderful against my scorching flesh, but the fire threatens to burn me alive when Ulf breaks the kiss only to bite and suckle over my racing pulse.
With his clever tongue, he licks in the hollow of my throat, before trailing across to one collarbone and then the other. Wherever he touches, my skin pulsates, demanding more. He cups my breast and swirls his tongue around my nipple.
His mouth is hot and wet, a perfect combination to appease this raging hunger that just wants more.
Unable to stand it any longer, I rub my sex against his hardened abs. Each bump grinds against me in just the right way. I moan into his mouth, desperation throwing my shame to the wind. But there is nothing more beautiful than getting lost in a moment such as this with the person you love.
“Tell me what you want?” When I hesitate, he slaps my behind. “Don’t make me ask you twice.”
“And what if I don’t?”
A smirk tugs at that sinful mouth.
He grips my hair and yanks it backward. He’s not gentle about it, and that’s exactly what I want.
“You don’t do what I say, I punish you.”
In response, I place a hand over my mouth, silencing myself.
Ulf tongues his cheek whilst shaking his head.
I’m playing with fire, but I’m prepared to get burned.
Ulf releases me only to force me to my knees. My head is just above the water, and he doesn’t hesitate as he twirls my hair around his fist and shoves my mouth onto his hard cock. I instantly gag and attempt to pull away, but Ulf holds me down, tsking me.
“I will silence you my way, then.” He commences using my hair as reins, coaxing his cock in and out of my mouth, ensuring he hits the back of my throat each time.
