"I dreamed about this," I murmur against her skin. "Every night on that frozen battlefield. The taste of you, the sounds you make when I touch you here." My hand slips between her thighs.
“More,” she begs.
The demand in her voice almost undoes me. I’m dying to be buried in her but I want this to last. I release her wrists, my hands making quick work of her remaining clothes. She stands naked before me in the firelight, her skin golden and perfect. I trace the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, committing every detail to memory.
I take her thigh, hooking it over my arm, and enter her in one smooth thrust. Her back hits the wall. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she fights her need to scream. The pace I set is punishing and yet she shoves herself back against me, meeting my thrusts. She keeps grinding on me, intent on her pleasure.
Selfish girl.
A whimper slips free when I hit her sensitive spot.
"Please don't stop." She digs her fingers into my hair, into my back.
I love it when she demands her pleasure. I tilt my hips forward and change the angle, giving her the deep strokes that she wants. My balls draw up tight and my vision wavers. The look on her face and the pacing of her breaths tell me she's getting close.
I love watching Rhianelle come apart. Her brows furrow and her lips part slightly.
She's fucking gorgeous.
Another rough thrust and she shatters with a strangled cry, her whole body convulsing against mine.
A tense coil of impending release builds in my body but I hold back, watching the hazy desire swimming in her lilac eyes. It takes everything in me not to follow her over the edge.
I want more of her. I want this to last.
I lift her up by her thighs and carry her to the rough wooden bed.
“Svenn!” she squeals in surprise when I do it, her arms flying around my neck for balance.
I cross the small cottage in three strides, her body warm and pliant against mine. When we reach the bed, I lower her slowly, letting her feel every inch of the descent. Her back meets the furs and she pulls me down with her, legs wrapping around my waist. The movement brings us together and I brace myself on my forearms, caging her beneath me.
“I want you,” she says quietly.
She sucks in a small gasp when I plunge into her. I barely hear it, but I feel the rush of air as she trembles against my collarbone. I grit my teeth allowing her to adjust before I move.
Her eyes meet mine in the flickering light.
“Stop holding back,” she whispers breathlessly. A deep blush paints her cheeks as she says it, but there is nothing shy in her gaze. Only hunger that matches my own.
I begin to move then, slow and deep. The cottage fills with the sounds of her gasps and my growls, accompanied by the rhythmic creak of the wooden frame beneath us.
The beasts inside me quiet at her touch. They settle beneath my skin like they recognize home. But the hunger remains. This hunger that grows teeth, that wants to devour and possess.
I slam into her watching her face. Her moans are so fucking sweet. Every noise she makes goes straight to my cock.
I feel her tighten around me again and my own control slips. I grip her hips harder, pounding into her to the hilt.
She locks her legs around me, drawing me deeper. I’m so fucking done for. Even if I was determined to hold out longer this is too much pleasure to deny. My hips jerk and I drive into her faster, harder. I groan a little too loudly.
She shatters around me, crying out my name. The sensation pulls me over the edge with her. The release jolts from the base of my spine and I come with a roar, spilling myself deep inside her.
Her hands frame my face, forcing me to meet her gaze. My heart quickens until it's a deadly drum. I know without a doubt she will be the end of me. I capture her lips in another ravenous kiss, letting her feel the edge of my fang.
We lie tangled together afterward, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tighten my hold on her, pressing my lips to her silver hair.
"I love you," I say quietly.
Her breath stutters against my skin. She pulls back just enough to search my face. We've known how we feel for each other. We've shown it in a thousand ways. But I've never said it plainly before.
