Frowning, she looked up. Týr merely watched her with those heated eyes, and she forgot her thoughts. His hands lowered, fumbling his pants button open. “Dammit!” he muttered and stopped to kick off his boots first.
Kira bit back a smile, which didn’t escape him, and his eyes narrowed. He lunged for her, taking her down to the mattress, still wearing his leathers, his warm, hard body pinning hers down. “Did you just laugh at me?”
“No-no, I wasn’t,” she breathed, sounding all needy. Nothing like the normally sane person she was, her mind adrift with happiness.
His dimples flashed. “Little liar.” He tugged one nipple with his teeth and bit down. She squeaked and grabbed his hair. “God, Týr—”
“We have to be quiet…or not. Your choice.” He scraped a thumb over the nipple he’d just bitten. He sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, soothing the slight sting with his warm tongue. Her breath caught. Like a cord connected from her chest to her core, his lapping tongue sent blood rushing to her clit.
Christ! She whimpered, tangling her fingers in his hair. And then he started his sensual torment of her other breast…
When he finally released her, she blinked, her mind and body trapped in a blaze of desire. Týr moved off her. His lips quirked, but it was the intense emotions in his intense gold eyes—yes, there was hunger, too—that held her spellbound. He got rid of his pants, and his erection snapped free, hitting his abs.
“I love you laid out like this for me,elska.” His gaze lowered, gliding over her body. He tapped her one ankle. “Spread.”
Desperately wanting him, Kira widened her legs. He settled between them to run his fingers over her bare mound. “I thought I’d finally get to know your true hair color…”
Furious warmth scorched her cheeks. He laughed softly. “Now that’s a sight I’ll always treasure. But this…” He dragged a finger along her smooth skin and through her slit, parting her flesh. “I don’t really care, with or without, it’s a decadent pleasure, eating you.”
His tongue glided along her folds, licking every inch of her, but not touching her throbbing clit. She bit back her whimper, her legs sliding over his shoulders needing that touch. He suddenly dragged his unshaven jaw over her clit, and she cried out in surprise at friction, at the incredible sensations sweeping through her.
Smiling, he eased one callused finger into her core, followed by another, stroking her insides as he continued with another drag of his chin.
Ohhh. She grabbed fistfuls of covers, her entire being focused only on the feel of his whiskered jaw tormenting her flesh, and then followed once more by his teasing fingers and tongue not quite touching her aching nub.
“God, Týr…” She moaned, not sure she could survive his sensual torture. “Please…”
“Please what? Suck you, bite you…fuck you?”
“Stop tormenting me!” she growled, but it came out more as a plea.
Male that he was, he chuckled, the sound reverberating against her core, amping her arousal. Then he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. A firm nip of her throbbing flesh, and the coiled tension inside her core shattered. Her orgasm burst free, pleasure sweeping her…
When she finally came back to herself, her heart still thundering in her ears, she found him watching her. He kissed her inner thigh.
Her chest tightened. Christ, this man.
Despite her boneless state, Kira slid her legs from his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. But he sat up, taking her mouth in a deeply possessive kiss. She tasted herself as he sucked on her tongue, making her heart thud. His big palms roamed her body and settled on her hips. Before he had her flat on her back again, she quickly moved off the bed to kneel on the floor.
“No—” Týr pulled her to him.
“But—”
“Later. It’s been too damn long…” Desperation etched his features. “I need you now.”
Wanting him just as badly, Kira straddled his muscular thighs. Týr’s one hand settled on her hips, he grasped his rigid cock and stroked her along her cleft, lightly brushing her clit. She shuddered, her body tensing.
His pale-toffee eyes burning like a flame, held hers. “Put me inside you,elska.”
At his guttural demand, she shifted to her knees, wrapped her fingers around his thick sex, and lowered on the head of his cock. Those striking eyes burned brighter as she grabbed his shoulders and slowly pushed down.
A low growl emitted from him, as if pushed beyond his control, he grasped her hips and thrust up, breaching her tight opening. Her breath caught, the head of him stretching her impossibly wide. His jaw clenched, he pushed a little farther. Then, he was sliding in. God, he was seated so deeply inside her, stretching her, his cock pleasuring every nerve ending, that she couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think.
A deeply sensual groan left him. “You feel so damn good,elska.” He lowered his brow to hers, his voice like gravel. “I’ve waited a lifetime for you…for this.”
“Me, too,” she whispered huskily, stroking his broad back. “For me, too.”
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