She bends to my demands with the speed of her mouth and fingers. Although many moons have passed, I know Emeline’s body, and she is moments away from exploding. Gripping the back of her neck, I fuck her mouth, not giving her a moment to catch her breath.
The speed of her fingers matches the rhythm of her mouth, and before long, our bodies move in frenzied sync, chasing a release that will be merciless to us both.
The sight of my woman on her knees, pleasuring me, is too much.
“Ek elska þik á æva. Þú hefir aldrei farið frá mínu hjarta. Ek mun ekki yfirgefa þik aftur.”
Her moans vibrate around my cock as I know she loves it when I speak Norse to her.
I’m far from gentle as I chase my release. No one makes me feel this way. Every emotion there is can only be roused by Emeline.
“Þú ert minn. Alltaf ok æver. Þú tilheyrir mér.”
Her body shudders, pulsating all through my cock. I hit the back of her throat, and she explodes. Her cries are impassioned. I don’t stand a chance. I spill my seed down her throat, pumping my hips to ensure she swallows everything because it’s hers.
I am hers.
That is what I said to her in Norse.
Before the final spasm rocks my body, I pick her up and slam my mouth to hers, tasting our heady passion on her lips. She sighs into my mouth, her body lax from the orgasm she just had.
But reality soon hits, and we realize we’ve done more damage to the other than we ever intended.
By attempting to save the other…we have done the complete opposite and driven a wedge so deep that I’m not sure if love will be enough.
She wraps her arms around me, fitting how she always did. But her words in response to mine reveal we are no longer the people we once were.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Nine
Queen Emeline
I have prayed for this moment for so many moons. To have my Viking asleep beside me. But never in my wildest dreams did I envision the division between us to be this grand. He may as well be back in his motherland because the man I once loved is no more.
We have both changed; that is apparent. But I always believed our love was strong enough for it to survive the test of time.
How wrong was I?
The sacrifices made now seem utterly pointless.
I’ve lost the man I love.
My children are missing.
My kingdom is under attack.
My throne is challenged.
I know it will not be long before I am hunted.
Perhaps I already am.
“Your thoughts are heavy. What plagues you?”
His voice still arouses me, regardless of our divide.
Peering down, I fight the urge to brush the long fallen hair from Skarth’s brow. He still wears the two silver hoops in his nose, but he has added more ink to his tall, muscular frame. I cannot believe he is here.
