“Would be a shame if someone disobeyed you.”
He raises a single brow.
She licks her lips. “Force me to obey, Calder.”
A wicked grin spreads through his beard. When his hand leaves his shaft, she can see his vein prominently exposed like a warning to the young Princess.
“Would you like to know a secret, pretty girl?”
Her heart thuds in her chest as he approaches.
“When I buried deep in your tight pussy in the woods,” the fire in the hearth flickers violently as if succumbing to the sudden chill in the air, “you made myseidrpurr.”
He descends on her like an avalanche, burying her in his force. His laughter echoes through her body as his lips nip at her earlobe. “Struggle against the Iss Drengr, and you will feel how starved I am for you.”
He pins her wrists at the base of her spine. She shrieks, feeling his firm lips envelop her neck, his beard lightly tickling her skin as his teeth tug her fleshinto his mouth.
“Hush, girl, or everyone in the inn shall hear you give yourself to me.”
With one hand holding her wrists, his teeth and mouth leave no part of her exposed flesh untouched. The ache he leaves behind makes her tremble.
“I have never desired anyone the way I thirst for you.” For a moment, he lets go of her mouth to reach behind and grab something from his pack.
“Is that all?” she questions with a passionate snarl, aware of how wet she has grown for him.
Scratchy rope snakes through her wrists as he secures them at her lower back. He repeats his machinations with her ankles before lifting her body and dropping her into the center of the bed.
She looks up and sees him standing with his hands on his hips, studying her as if he cannot decide where his consumption of her should begin.
“Like what you see?”
He kneels on the bed, spreading her thighs within the restraint of the rope. His teeth scrape along her calves. “Look at you, covered in my marks and dripping with longing,” he ghosts his lips over her clit.
Suddenly, she becomes aware of the heat in their room. Beads of sweat gather on her forehead and glide across her face.
His chuckle only invites more sweat upon her brow. “Feeling hot, Princess?”
She shifts uncomfortably in her bindings.
“Beg me.” His lips suddenly brush against her ear, drawing out a depraved whimper from the Princess. “Beg for my mercy. Beg for my ice.”
She grits her teeth, refusing to comply. His rough fingers slip through her sensitive lips before spearing her entrance. The roughness of his calloused fingers has her groaning under the rising temperature from her own damnseidr.
“Briny?”She cannot believe she is reaching out to her grandpapi with the Iss Drengr’s fingers buried deep inside her.
Calder’s movement catches her gaze, and she realizes the nautilus of Treland now hangs around his neck. “Something wrong, Aura?”
Distracted by the heat, she missed him taking off the pendant, so she couldn't try to cool herself.
However, he won’t get the satisfaction of her surrender.
She worries her bottom lip while shaking her head. However, her struggle is like wind against a mountain.
With a wicked grin on his lips, he begins thrusting his fingers, expertly navigating her pleasure spot.
She shudders from the thrill mingling with the rising heat, despite the trickles of sweat running to her lips.
Suddenly, he releases his machinations against her to walk away and undress.
