Of course, that terrifies her.
Sigvid’s love, obsession, and possession are nothing she has ever felt. He is the darkest part of her soul, the bottomless chasm that makes her embrace the blinding light of day. His fierce support forces her into the strong woman she refusesto accept.
He is a danger, threatening her with an unknown, far more deadly than any of the men she has faced before–a confidence in herself.
Even with her back to him, she can hear him smirk. “I am your axe in the dark—the man who protects you from all the terrors. You need only fear me and what I will do to you in the darkness of our bedchamber. Every other horror you can conjure in that lovely mind is nothing to you anymore. Your life is mine, and there is no other woman for me to defend but you.”
She squirms, bucking on his fingers.
“Avina, I have not touched another woman since our kiss at the Sapphire Palace.” His lips whisper against the shell of her ear.
His revelation has her moaning through the gag. Firm lips press against hers, held hostage by the fabric in her mouth.
“I could get off on your noises alone. Be a good girl and scream for me.”
Sigvid tugs her curls while he mounts her, pressing his hardened muscles against the soft skin of her back. He continues to pull her head back by her hair as he pounds her from behind, thrusting his hips faster and rougher.
Her eyes lull back into her head from his assault on her center. When his head strokes the pleasure spot deep inside her fleshy walls, she screams, the fabric muffling her cries.
“Scream for me. You filthy slut!”
Her body shudders when his hand connects with the fat of her backside. Six more strikes in quick succession blend with the pleasure of his cock and the pang from his grip on her hair to lull her into a dissociative state. He smooths out the pain with his hand, only to repeat the spanks. Sigvid’s pattern continues until drool trickles out of the corner of her mouth, and she pants with need.
“Does my whore like this?” He taunts.
She nods as another primal grunt escapes her lips, echoing to the rafters of the longhouse.
“Fuck, Avina.”
Each of his thrusts bounces the tops of her heavy breasts into his large, calloused hands. One of his hands slides down her front to herswollen clit. He circles her bundle of nerves counter-clockwise, evoking breathy whimpers.
“You obey so beautifully.” His tongue licks her lips.
Sigvid lets out a low groan and cradles her in his arms. He carries her to a discarded table and lays her on her back, pinning her bound arms to the rough slab. He grabs two strips of her dress and ties her legs to opposite ends of the table, keeping them apart.
“Do you want to be able to move?”
She mumbles her desperation to feel him.
“Not yet, little one. You will touch me if I allow it.” Sigvid’s beard tickling between her legs is the only warning she has before his tongue brushes her clit.
Her frantic moan is delirious with built-up desire. Her hips gyrate, desperate for Sigvid’s tongue to release her torture. She thrusts against his mouth, grunting for more of his touch. She needs his cock to fill her as much as she requires his tongue to continue lapping the arousal from her center.
She feels a single finger gently slide inside her, and then another joins, pressing against her walls.
“How does this feel, my little Queen?”
She elicits a needy moan as his hands play her body like an instrument that is soon to burst if he strums much longer.
“Good fucking girl. I need your moans.” He increases his speed until her primal pleasure sounds echo in the longhouse. Just before she releases, he pauses.
Avina sobs through the gag, confident he can understand none of her mumbled pleas. Her thighs crush together from the denial. “Please! Please!”
“You want to cum? Beg me!”
She implores, leaving only whimpers and groans to come through the gag. She can feel the head of his member brush against her opening, igniting her beseechings.
“I cannot understand you.”
