“When you fought Face,” she steadies her breathing. “The men in my Arena box said you both fought over a woman, that she was a shared lover. Who was she? Is she the reason you are perpetually unhappy?”
He barks a laugh. “It was aboutyou,not a shared lover. You, Avina.” All his attention is on her, forcing her to shift and avert her eyes to the dry skin of her hands.
“Why defend me? When we finally met, I knew I faced two fates at your grasp. You would slice off my head, or,” she licks her lips, “we would fall into a passionate embrace.” Ever so slowly, she lifts her head.“I don’t know what to make of you rescuing me.”
“Why must there be any hidden meaning in my actions?”
She coughs a chuckle. “Because I cannot decide if you wish to cause me pain or pleasure.”
He grips her by the throat and slams her up and onto the cot. This time, she notices his sneer and the faint flutter of his eyelids when she whimpers from his roughness.
“Know this, Avina, I will always give you both—the pleasure and the pain—because that is thebeastI am.”
He squeezes her cheeks in his hand, pushing her pink lips out. His gaze rakes up and down her body, as his eyes stake claim over her thick curves, “It is long overdue for me to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
She swallows but does not utter a word.
No one has ever donethatto her. Oh, but she fantasizes about those raw sensations, especially with Sigvid. The feeling of his firm tongue lapping at her lips like a dying man ignites her with a heat that sears her skin.
He rolls away and returns with his black leather belt, pausing to no doubt watch the flickering of fear and arousal materialize on her expression.
Using the leather, he binds her wrists together before securing her to the cot’s frame. She struggles in vain through his restraint, but he still forces her knees apart, revealing her flushedwomanhood.
Meeting her timid stare, he lowers himself between her legs. Her head drops back onto the coarse material of the cot. She yelps when his lips wrap around her bundle of nerves before his tongue dives into her lips, and he laps and groans in her wetness as if he is worshiping her body–as if she is a temple of reverence for the esteemed warrior.
The sensation of his braided beard rubbing against her sensitive skin deepens the passion he elicits from his tongue. His growls vibrate her sensitivity and tug a moan from her heaving chest. Back and forth, they trade noises of pleasure, which only enhance the sensations bursting at her apex.
Why have I gone so long without this in my life?
His machinations pivot to focus on her sweet spot. He sucks and pulls until she is writhing with an aching need. She cries out as her budding orgasm continues its ascent to what will assuredly be an explosion of bliss.
At the rapid rise and fall of her chest, he slaps his hand against the peak of her breasts. He takes one of her buds between his thumb and forefinger and alternates between pinching and softly rolling it until she wails.
He licks at her clit, exacerbating the distress wrecked on her nipple. She squirms against the bindings, not because she wishes to escape, but because feeling helpless to the Salt Prince enhances the tingles he wrecks over her tender body. When his tongue finally dives inside her hole, she moans an otherworldly sound as he forces her body to submit to his.
“Oh, my Goddess!” She groans, her hips gyrating against his tongue.
He pulls away to slip two fingers inside her wetness, pressing against the soft flesh of her walls.
“There are no gods here, Avina. When you can no longer control yourself,” he strokes her pleasure spot inside with his fingers, turning her into a mess of haggard breaths, “when you succumb to my mouth, my hands, or my cock, my fucking name should be the only one that crosses your lips.”
“Sigvid, please!”
“Cum for me, Avina.” He growls around her clit while his fingers slide in and out with a harsh swiftness that teeters her on the brink of oblivion.
She screams as her walls contract around his fingers. She bucks against the cot, her eyes rolling back into her head as her hips chase his tongue.
His name seeps into her blood like the only word she knows. The pleasure and pain mingle together, heightening her orgasm to another plane of existence where there is only him and her and this mind-altering phenomenon.
A primal growl reverberates against his chest when she finishes. He kneels over top of her, stroking his member, which is in a far different class than Rendel’s.
“I have to have you.” He flips Avina onto her stomach and mounts her as she cries out in assent.
He slips in between her legs until he embeds himself in her wet warmth. “Fuck.” he grabs a handful of her curls and pumps into her pussy. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” He grunts.
He pulls back until only the head of his cock dips inside. “Remember what I said. I will always give you both.”
She whimpers in anticipation. She is eager to savor more in only the way he can ravage her.
