“Beg me, princess.”
“I will not.”
Ulf smirks up at me, only to replace his mouth with his fingers. He works in two and uses his thumb to rub circles over my aching core.
“You will,” he arrogantly says.
I look down at him, watching the way he plays me with those long fingers. “This means nothing.”
I’m lying to us both.
“It means everything,” he corrects, and, on his knees, his words take on a different meaning. “After all these years, it’s you I still want.”
“Me and many others. Do not mistake lust for love.”
My words upset him, and he punishes me with his fingers as he works me harder and deeper.
“Perhaps you should take your own advice, then. You seek out Skarth, not knowing where he is, but he knows where you are. Yet he does not come. Is that because he cannot? Or rather, because he does not want to?”
I latch onto Ulf’s hair, tugging his head backward. His fingers don’t cease their rhythm. And how I hate that he can do this to me, both emotionally and physically.
“I should have your tongue for speaking to me that way.”
“Oh, princess, you had my tongue deep inside you moments ago,” he counters with a grin. “But your wish is my command.”
He violently tugs out of my hold and slams his mouth back over my womanhood. No longer gentle, he uses his fingers and tongue to devour me whole. He bites my flesh, only to lick over the sting. The rhythm of his tongue is up and down, side to side, and when he traces the alphabet, I ride his face, unable to stop my wanton cries because my climax is near.
However, Ulf pulls away.
“I will kill you,” I breathlessly moan because why is he stopping?
I understand why when he stands. His wants are clear when he grabs my hand and places it over the front of his trousers. His cock is rock solid. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember your name when I am done with you.”
I know he isn’t exaggerating, but guilt suddenly catches up to me.
What am I doing? How could I do this to Skarth?
“You are still faithful to him!” Ulf utters, angered. “You are faithful when he is?—”
But he soon catches himself and stops.
“When he is what?”
He doesn’t answer me, which just confirms that Ulf does love me. He could destroy me with the truth, but he chooses not to. He protects me, just as he always has.
“Tell me,” I order, and when he doesn’t reply, I grip his cock—hard.
He doesn’t flinch. “You always liked it rough.”
He smirks before slamming his lips to mine and kissing me fiercely. I try to fight him, but I need him more than I need air to survive. I return his kisses; never have I felt safer than I do right now.
I quickly unfasten his trousers so I can slip my hand inside, and when I grip his large cock, we both moan. I stroke him quickly, rubbing my thumb over his thick head and spreading the moisture that gathers.
With our mouths still locked in a fiery passion, Ulf glides his fingers into me. Our hands and tongues are the tools we use to take and give to one another what we both need. He kisses and fingers me mercilessly, but I want it.
His shaft is so long and thick, I can barely keep a proper tempo, but as a string of Norse slips past his lips, I know Ulf is pleased. He matches my speed, and when he rubs over my center, I lose my breath and chase the decadence that is soon to come.
Ulf breaks our kiss, only to remain inches from my face so he can watch me as I surrender to his touch. His eyes take me in, and all I see is love.
