I love Skarth, and doing this with Ulf is a betrayal of him.
But where has he been this entire time? He left me. He left his family with no word for years. Am I expected to just wait for his return? And that is, will he ever return?
“You live in that head of yours far too much. Some things are difficult. But some things”—he skims a finger along my inner thigh—“are not.”
This Viking has proven his love and loyalty to me time and time again, but each time I am with him, I feel like I’m betraying Skarth. Even if what Ulf says is right, I cannot do this to Skarth—again.
“Unhand me.” It is a weak command.
Ulf laughs in response and only tightens his grip around my throat and arches my head backward. He skims two fingers along my sex and hums when he feels my wetness, for he is right. My body has never been able to lie when it comes to how much I want him.
He watches me closely as he continues rubbing over my sex, but he never enters. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my cries and will my body to stop being a traitorous whore. But it’s fruitless.
He plants a single kiss on my lips, but that kiss is enough to elicit a whimper from me.
Ulf hums in delight, sensing his victory. “Liar, liar…pants on?—”
He never finishes his sentence because I reach down and thrust his fingers into me. This time, a moan slips past both our lips.
Ulf doesn’t move. He allows my body to adjust to the intrusion, and the fact that he does has me guiding his fingers deeper into me and coaxing him to play with me like only he knows how. This is entirely my show as Ulf permits me to control the speed and depth of him fingering me.
My hand is on top of his, taking what I want and need. I haven’t felt this way in so long. I’ve forgotten what being in the arms of the man you love feels like.
It’s a heady feeling. It’s one I will soon become addicted to once again.
I open my legs wider, and Ulf knows what I need as he rubs his thumb over my center. Every part of me clenches.
“Are you certain you do not love me?”
“Do not mistake my needs for love,” I refute. “You are merely a good lover.”
Ulf squeezes my neck before shrugging my hand off his. His patience has run out, and now, he is going to punish me the way I like.
Breath escapes me, but I do not need air when I have Ulf punishing me with his hands. His touch is brutal, but that brutality is filled with passion and desire. The way he grips my throat, I can feel the tremble in his fingers.
He doesn’t want to hurt me. He only wants to make me feel good.
He slides his fingers in and out of me, watching me closely as I bite my lip to stop my moans. This won’t do, however.
Before I can object, he removes his fingers from my sex, only to smear my arousal onto my lips. “Your honey is sweet, ástin mín. How I have missed it.”
He releases my throat and drops to his knees, then yanks up my dress. He falls back onto his heels, staring at my womanhood. “My memory does not serve me well. I have missed a lot of things.”
“Hush now,” I say, gathering up my hem and spreading my legs wider. “Use your mouth for far more useful things.”
Ulf smirks, and it destroys me because he doesn’t smile often. But when he does, my heart remembers why I love him the way I do.
I tug at his long hair, drawing his face to my sex, and when he licks me in one long stroke, I cannot control my moans any longer and cry out loudly. Ulf has won this war, but it’s one I do not mind losing.
He licks me up and down before penetrating me with his tongue. He cups my arse and coaxes me forward so he can delve in deeper. I am lost to the sensation of his beard rubbing against my tender skin, but I want more. So I hook my leg over his shoulder and use my foot to pin him down.
His fingers dig into my thigh, and I know without a doubt that his touch will leave bruises.
He sinks his tongue in deep and furls it, taking his time. He then uses his fingers to gently pry me open and licks over my center. I close my eyes and arch my head back because I am nigh on exploding.
But not yet.
The pressure is light, unrushed, which infuriates me because he is teasing me. His hoarse chuckle alerts me to the fact that he knows my needs well.
