“And that is why I chose this path. I’m sick of fighting. I do not want to live a life half lived, and without you, without our sons, that is what my life is.”
“Who will you bestow such responsibilities on?”
“That, I do not know yet,” I confess with a sigh. “I wish to live a simple life, one without pain or fear. I do not wish that for our children.”
“I suspect we will not have a say in our children’s decisions, for you are their mother after all.”
I cannot help but smile.
“The only way for them to live is for them to make mistakes. We cannot keep them locked away in fear of the world, for we know how cruel it can be. But that is because we have experienced it.”
He’s right.
“So you do not think my decision is the right one?”
“Only you can make that choice, my beloved. I know better than to tell you what to do.” A mischievous smirk tugs at those sinful lips. “However, in some circumstances, I suppose you do enjoy being told what to do.”
He places his hand over mine, his eyes smoldering under the full moon.
“As long as you are by my side, I will accept whatever wicked comes our way. I love you so very much,” I say, lost to the man who continues to steal my heart every single day.
“As I love you.”
I wrap my arms around his nape and stand on tippy-toes to kiss him.
But Skarth doesn’t just kiss. He devours.
He slams his mouth to mine, parting my lips open with that sinful tongue. I suck it hungrily, before we kiss like starved animals.
My sex is wet and throbbing.
I need a release, and I need it now.
Skarth lifts my skirt and runs two fingers along the outside of my womanhood.
He hisses when his fingers are coated with my arousal. “You are insatiable.”
“When it comes to you? Yes, I am,” I confirm because I am always ready for him. “And it appears the same can be said about you.”
His rock-hard erection pressing into me is confirmation of this.
“And in no way do I make apologies for that fact…so get on your knees. Now.” He unfastens his trousers.
He doesn’t have to ask again.
The moment my knees hit the ground, he thrusts his cock into my mouth and holds the back of my head so I cannot move as he hits the back of my throat. He doesn’t move. He simply allows me to adjust to his size. He is always more than a mouthful, so I grip his shaft in my hand and stroke him.
He releases me, and I work my hand and mouth in unison.
Peering up at him, I suck him deeply, curling my tongue to stroke the underside of his enormous cock. We never break eye contact as I pleasure him, which makes this act so much more intimate, as I can see the love as well as the desire in his eyes.
How can it be that my longing for him only grows?
Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth down my chin, such a carnal response to a lustful act.
Skarth fucks my mouth, making me gag. I try to pull back, but he holds the back of my head. I relax my throat as he slides down it, uttering Norse to me, only making me wetter. He finally releases me, and I pull back, gasping for air.
He roughly runs his thumb over my swollen bottom lip, eyes consuming my very soul.
