“Vok,” he hissed, his whole body tensed and tight.
A myriad of emotions passed over his face, his eyebrows drawn. He didn’t look at me—he squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if shamed. Then his forehead dropped down onto mine. I felt the way he trembled. I sensed the unleashed power and strength within him…but I also thought that he was trying toreinit back. For me?
He spoke something and if he hadn’t been so close, I might not have heard it. He said, “I want to be right for you,leikavi.”
My brows drew down. He felt my expression pull and he lifted his forehead away to look down at me.
Right for me?What did that mean?
Then determination stole over his expression. He pulled out of my body—gently—and I gasped when he flipped us over, changing our positions on his bed of furs.
I swallowed as he lifted me—as if I weighed nothing at all—and settled me across him so I straddled his hips.
My breath left me as I stared down at him, placing my hands on his wide, warm chest to brace myself.
“Like…like this?” I questioned, uncertain. “But…”
“I am yours to do with as you please,” he rasped, his hands gripping my hips. Then, almost to himself, he murmured, “Icanbe right for you.”
Confusion mixed with my intrigue. Then I sighed when he ran his cock head between my legs, coating the tip with my arousal before swirling it around my clit. Swallowing, I felt that heat flare to life in my belly once more and I bit my lip, looking between us at what he was doing.Likingthe sight.
With a half-lidded gaze, I looked down at him, spread out before me. His long, thick black hair was spread on the furs beneath him. His soft lips were downturned slightly, but then parted as he groaned, deep in his throat, when he briefly slipped inside me. The column of his throat was tense and tight, strong. I followed it down to his broad chest, to the scars and tattoos adorning it, to his flat dark nipples that I found myself wanting to kiss.
Hewasmagnificent. And he was underneath me, rocking his hips as ifneedingto be inside me before he forced himself to still. Sweat dotted his brow and I watched as he shook his head again. As if trying toforgetsomething.
“Fuck me, Vienne,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. HisVorakkarcommand. His voice was dark and husky.
I shivered over him as one of his hands trailed to my breasts, rolling and brushing my nipples, stoking that fire that smoldered within me. He brought it roaring back to life again and I found myself wiggling over him.
My body knew what to do, had proved to me that I could trust it in matters like these. Davik hissed when I rose slightly…and then sunk down slowly onto his cock. When I felt tenderness, I pulled off, gave myself a moment, and then tried again…taking him deeper and deeper every time. I did that until I was seated fully on top of him...and he was growling and shaking beneath me.
There was a shimmering sheen of perspiration covering his chest once I was done. His eyes were a little wild but they didn’t hold that anger that had scared me before. As for me, I was rolling my hips back and forth, seeking that place that had felt so good.
I used his chest as leverage to rock on top of him and I gasped when I felt that sublime pleasure return to me, my fingernails curling into his flesh unconsciously.
It was a strange feeling…to have someone else in my body. As if I wasn’t entirely my own anymore. As if he owned a small part of me now and always would.
“Say it,” came his voice, penetrating my dazed, hazy thoughts.
I blinked down at him, trying to focus on forming words but even that seemed impossible at that particular moment.
“W-what?”
“Say it,” he commanded again. “I need to hear it.”
It hit me. I knew what he was asking for. What he wanted.
“Ahh,” I moaned when he thrust his hips up into me with only a hint of the roughness he’d wielded before…only this time it feltgood. It feltright.
Licking my lips, I snapped my hips down. In my inexperience, it took me a little while to find a good rhythm but he guided me, using his hands to bring my hips down as he thrust up—until our bodies were working together in the most perfect way.
I’d never thoughtanythingcould feel this good.
“Vienne,” he growled.
I gave a soft cry when hisdakkethrummed against me again. The connection was lost when I rose but I leaned forward—grinding down on him—until I found it again.
I was gasping, desperately trying to pull air into my lungs, when my eyes caught on his. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our abdomens were pressed firmly together and hisdakkerubbed against mecontinuously.
