“I’ll make you warm.”
He spread her open, pulling her backside to the edge of the counter as he put his mouth on her, his warm tongue licking through her cleft. She nearly came off the marble counter as he sucked her clit. Her head hit the wall behind her, her legs sliding over his shoulders. “You taste amazing with a hint of champagne—”
“That’s because you—”
“Always with the argument,” he rumbled against her clitoris, rubbing on the nub with the flat of his tongue before nipping her gently on her achy flesh.
“Týr, please—” She squirmed beneath his mouth.
Easing back, he inserted first one finger and then two into her. His gaze lowered as he watched his fingers slide in and out of her body. She pushed harder into him.
Those searing golden eyes held hers. “You are an absolute vision,elska, naked and spread out for me.” He slid the thumb of his other hand over her clit while working her with his digits. She bit her lip, her body arching as her orgasm broke free, taking her over the top. Gasping for air, and before she’d even come down, she heard the sound of a zipper.
She opened her eyes as Týr’s long, thick cock sprang free. He grabbed the neck of his sweater and hauled it off, tossing it aside.
He lifted her off the counter and set her on her feet facing the vanity mirror. His gaze met hers in the reflective pane.
“Hold.” He put her hands on the edges of the marble, spread her legs with his, and pressed the head of his rigid cock into her opening. In one thrust, he slid deep into her.
God, he filled her right to the deepest part of her, so thick and hard, stretching her. A deep groan escaped him. His hand on her hips, he started to move, hips thrusting. Harder, faster. Then he wrapped her hair in his hand and tilted her face to him, kissing her deeply before letting her mouth free. Her mane trapped in his hold, the pain an erotic sensation she reveled in, he squeezed her breast. His blond head lowered to her shoulder, his mouth nipping her neck. She lifted her arms to anchor around his neck.
“You are a vision, like this, spread out like some banquet only I get to enjoy.”
She peered hazily at their sensual image reflected in the mirror.
So big behind her, he actually made her appear dainty. Her breasts thrust out, leaving her open…vulnerable. But she knew he would never hurt her. Not intentionally.
Her beautiful warrior. Her mate.
He brought his hand lower between her thighs and tugged on her clit. A whimper left her. At the carnal sight of his arm across her torso holding her against his chest, and his other hand between her thighs as he rocked harder into her from behind, her body coiled taut at her impending orgasm.
“Týr,” she cried.
“I have you, baby.”
She barely heard him as pleasure crashed through her, sending her mind spinning.
* * *
Týr lowered her hands back to the vanity, grasped her hip, and thrust back into her. At the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into his mate’s body, and his own orgasm spiraling down to his groin, his release exploded.
He squeezed his eyes shut, just holding on as that white, calming, healing light he looked for swept through him, washing away images from his past.
After several harsh breaths, he pressed a kiss to Kira’s spine—hell, he didn’t want to leave her body, but he was no lightweight. She smiled at him in the mirror. Her face flushed, her lips red, her eyes bright with her pleasure—her despair from ruining the table setting hopefully a faded memory.
Oh, they would have dinner, in a moment, but naked and in front of the fireplace…
A quick shower later, as Kira tightened the bath sheet around her damp body and opened the closet for clothes, Týr rubbed his wet hair with a towel and frowned, his mind back on his convo with Michael.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked up and found her watching him, clothes apparently forgotten. “There’s something you need to know.”
“I don’t know if I should be scared by the way you said that or not, but after everything that’s happened to us? Hit me.”
He smiled. “You know about the Ancients and what they are?”
“Yes, my mother explained everything, including how dangerous they are. Those asshats actually imprisoned their own sister in some godsforsaken place because she broke their decree, fell in love, and had children.”
