“Everywhere, Viking. I need you to touch meeverywhere,” she whines, but it’s not an unattractive, child-like one, it’s a womanly one that proves how much she needs her man to meet her cravings. “My entire body aches for you.”
Sliding my hands upward, I remove her top, leaving her bare to our gazes, the mirror a backdrop to what’s going on. “Look at you, Letti,” I instruct, my eyes catching her in the mirror. “Look at how responsive your body is to my touch.”
Goosebumps have pebbled across her exposed skin and her nipples are perky and alert, despite the minimal touch I’ve given them. A light flush covers her chest and I can see the pulse in her neck as it steadily increases. A look of wonder crosses her face, and the level of trust and intimacy between us grows even though we’re literally still standing up and both of us are mostly dressed.
“Icer,” she murmurs, her eyes now glassy as she finally grasps what it is I see when I look at her. A warrior. A survivor. A goddess.
Mygoddess.
A moan passes her lips as she watches my hands caress each breast, my thumbs rubbing across her nipples. “So fucking responsive,” I whisper against the nape of her neck as I nuzzle that spot behind her ear that makes her shiver.
“Only for you,” she murmurs. I can feel the full body tremble and for a moment, I worry I’ve pushed her too far until she turns inmy arms and says, “Now, Viking, take me to bed and make me wholly yours.”
“As you wish, Goddess,” I reply, scooping her up in my arms before I stride to bed and carefully place her on the mattress. I quickly strip down to my boxers, wanting to feel her skin against mine.
“I’m wearing too many clothes,” she murmurs as my hands roam over her body.
I know she thinks she’s too short, too petite, but she fits me perfectly. I’ve been a goner for her curves from the first time I saw her, even though it wasn’t under the best circumstances. Still, I felt the connection even then when I carried her out of that hellhole when we rescued Zoey and Elodie.
“All in good time,” I tease as I lean down to kiss her. “My plan is to have you so full of want and need that you overlook my faults.”
“You have none that I can see,” she sasses. “Because with me, you’re different. Well, me and the kids anyway. But that’s a topic for another time because I ache right now and you’re the only one who can put out that fire.”
“Fire, huh? Then let me stoke those flames, Goddess, so we can burn together.”
I watch her reactions carefully as I continue to stroke, nibble, and kiss my way across her torso down to the waistband of the shorts she put on after her shower. Her muscular, powerful legs are moving against each other, trying to stop the ache that I know is slowly building.
“Viking, if you don’t take those off of me, I might just die,” she huffs out, her hands now playing with my braids that are wildly swinging about.
“I can’t have that, Letti,” I reply. “Because the day you draw your last breath is the day I’ll draw mine.”
I see her roll her eyes at my dramatics, but I’m serious. This woman has captured me, heart, mind, and soul. “Like what happened inThe Notebook, huh? Whatever, I’m dying right now and you’re stalling, Viking.”
I realize she’s calling me out on my shit right now, because in a way, Iamstalling. We’ve had some hot and heavy make out sessions, but every time it looked like it might go further, she froze up and I backed down. I’ve never forced a woman and I definitely would never force the woman who owns me.
“Maybe a little,” I confess, looking up at her. “I want to make sure you’re not just going through the motions.”
She grabs my hand and shoves it down the front of her shorts, which she managed to unbutton without me being aware and suddenly, I’m feeling the heat and wetness that are soaking through her panties. “Does this feel like I’m ‘going through the motions’ to you?”
I bite back the chuckle her words cause and shake my head, my braids swinging around. “No, ma’am.”
“That’s Goddess to you, Viking,” she teases as she shimmies out of her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare to my gaze.
Leaning back on my calves, I allow my eyes to feast on her perfectly packaged body. I see the silvery scars from her past but know that they don’t define her except as the warrior andsurvivor she is, at least to me and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.
“Yes, Goddess,” I reply. “Fuck, Letti, I want… I want to worship you the way you deserve.”
“And I want you inside of me,” she retorts. Glancing at my dick, which is straining against my boxers, the front of them now soaked with my precum. “Seems like Junior is on the same page as me.”
My browns pinch and my eyes narrow on her as I ask, “Junior?”
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TWENTY-TWO
Letti
“Yeah, as in Junior Viking, Icer,”I reply, my hand reaching out to stroke him through the fabric. “You can worship me next time, but right now? I want you inside of me plain and simple.”
