You are so much more than your title.
His fingers stroke her cheek, “Avina-”
The kettle screams, causing them both to leap apart. Nellie dives behind their feet, hissing at the whistling pot.
Sigvid removes the kettle off the hook and sits it on the worn wooden counter.
What the fuck was that? Did I just give her a fucking hug? What was I prepared to say toQueenAvina? Who am I becoming?
A flushed Avina returns Nellie to her shoulder while she fills each teacup to steep. Already, the herbal fragrance wafts through the kitchen.
“I imagine you are exhausted. I can take this to your room.” She clutches the tray handles.
Steam from his cup drifts up to Nellie, who takes one sniff of the peppermint tea and sticks out her tongue.
“No.”I want to speak more with you.“Here is acceptable.” He grabs the tray from her grip and returns it to the counter. “Do you not like peppermint tea?”
Her cheeks warm to a light pink while she adds a spoonful of honey to her cup. “Not even a little. I prefer cinnamon and honey.”
He smirks while sipping his drink, enjoying the warming of his bones.
Do I have a stockpile of peppermint, or did she somehow know I prefer that flavor?
Nellie leaps from her shoulder to the counter and then the stone floor, where she shimmies under a cabinet.
“What you did for Nellie,” her beautiful orbs fall to the tiny furball playing hide-and-seek with a dust bunny. “I am eternally grateful to you, Sigvid. Enough that I decided not to lace your tea with poison. Because I do know peppermint is your favorite.”
He pauses mid-sip to pull the cup away. “Well, that is reassuring that it is not poisoned.”
To think she has enemies who underestimate her.
He returns to his seat by the fire with his cup. “Of course, the Hound Master had to die for his atrocities. And Samson will pay for his crimes soon enough.”
Sigvid takes such a low bow that his nose brushes the floor, and his thick russet braid thuds against the stone—Nellie darts from underneath his chair to attack his hair with a furry vengeance.
“Shoo, Nellie.” She removes the tip of his braid from the ground and places it against his chest. Her fingers tickle down his armorplate until they linger on his thigh. His cock responds in earnest to the feeling of her body nestled between his legs.
Before she can escape, Sigvid seizes her waist in his firm grip, stroking her soft sides with his thumbs. She leans into his touch, her hands tighten just below his straining cock.
On the road to Scarwood, he imagined all of the possible torments he would subject her body to when he returned home. Tossing all of his previous thoughts aside, he pulls her onto his lap by her perfect ass, twisting her trouser-clad legs to wrap around him and the chair.
Several heightened breaths pass between Sigvid and Avina. Their eyes lock briefly before their passions collide, and their lips meet in a fiery kiss of clacking teeth and fighting tongues. All for a chance at a taste they have each secretly longed for since their stolen moment in the Sapphire Palace.
She settles deeper into his lap, arousing a low groan from Sigvid as his need to sink into her again reaches a feverish pitch. With a moan, her soft fingers weave into his braid, tugging at the base of his head. Her erotic touch ignites a burning desire in the most savage recesses of his animalistic side—a barbaric urge to possess every piece of this woman.
The back of her cotton tunic rips beneath his hungry touch, giving way to her soft skin. Cries emanate from her swollen lips as he tears her skin apart. The sadistic beast within him awakens at her whimpers, and his teeth devour the column of her soft neck.
Her scent is a damn drug I can overdose on and still not be satiated.
His hand slips into her pants and then undergarments to cup the warm apex between her legs. He groans to find her dripping for him.
Fuck yes!
Sigvid drives two fingers inside her cunt, evoking heavy fucking moans that sear his skin with a wild heat. Primal noises tumble out of her filthy mouth as her hips gyrate over his member with a building intensity.
I want to watch her irises darken as she cums on my fuckingcock.
“Uncle Sig?”
