Magnus quickly scanned what he needed, he had no idea how, and made his decision. Freydis was absolutely without a doubt correct about them. They were two halves of one being and no power in the world or in any realm could shake that—he needed no further convincing.
He stood and lifted her into his arms. She held on tight and kept her eyes closed as he strode into the tower house and up the stairs to the chamber they’d shared the previous night.
Placing her on the bed her lifted her chin to tilt her head back. “Open your eyes, my Valkyrie. For you have certainly come to sweep me away.”
Elspeth opened her eyes and stared into his eyes. Though the mental link was broken for the moment, their souls’ connection was not, his heartbeat and hers were solidly linked together for now and for all time.
Lifting her further onto the bed, Magnus lay by her side and stroked the loose hair away from her face. He bent low and brushed his lips across hers. Her arms encircled his neck and pulled him closer. He deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue inside to taste her. There was no turning back now. She’d offered, or had he offered? It truly didn’t matter anymore. They’d both offered themselves and they’d both accepted in an unspoken ceremony he wondered had ever existed anywhere before. And it did not matter.
Elspeth’s hands tugged at his shoulders until he was above her. He wedged himself between her legs and lifted her skirts for better access. Leaning on one elbow then the other, he unpinned her skirt and waited while she shimmied out of it. He stroked her leg and drew tantalizing lines up the outside of her thigh and up her belly to cup her breast. She sucked in air when he flicked her nipple. Her body squirmed beneath him as he shimmied her shift up and over her body. She now lay fully naked beneath him and he absolutely refused to rush this moment.
Magnus let her hook her toes into the waist of his trews and tug them downward. “You’re crafty,” he whispered and sucked hard on one nipple, marvelling at how quickly her body bucked upward and she gasped.
He shifted so he could kick off his trews then settled between her legs tasting her breasts, kissing his way downward.
She squirmed and bucked beneath him as he stroked her inner thigh then brushed the backs of his fingers across her slick heat before driving a finger inside. She gasped and tensed around him. He loved witnessing every sensation she experienced. She was built for this sort of pleasure and he wanted to make sure she experienced the full extent of its possibilities.
Magnus found the source of her desire and rubbed hard while he thrust two then three fingers inside her pumping harder and harder until she tensed and tightened around him. Her body twitched for what seemed like ages until she finally settled again. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was tangled half in and out of her braid, she smiled and motioned him upward into a deep kiss. He took that as a signal that she was more than ready for more.
* * *
Elspeth paused and gazed deep into Magnus eyes. She could have closed them and still known what lay within. Never had she been so unsure of someone else’s desires or even her own. But the moment they connected, everything clicked into place as if all the pieces of a puzzle had lain in various places then came together at once.
He leaned down and kissed her, more softly this time. The explosion her body had just experienced was like nothing she ever knew could exist. And she’d shared it with him. In doing so, she understood his need. The resulting effect awakened hers again. She marvelled at every ripple of his muscular back and loved the feeling of his hard body pressing onto hers.
The thick member that pressed hard against her thigh begging entry was now all she could think about. She wanted him as deep within her as he could go, pulsing, throbbing, driving them both to another climax.
She lifted her legs over his back and pushed against his erection. He gasped and drew back a little. “We must go slowly at first,” he said.
She didn’t have the patience. She was consumed with her need of him.
His hard tip stroked her sending delicious thrills through her body. She arched toward him and this time he pressed into her. His girth quickly filled her with a pressure that made her breath catch. He pushed deeper and she held her breath waiting for her body to adjust, praying that it would. Part of her ached for more of him and part of her protested the invasion. He stopped moving.
She opened her eyes, not even realizing she’d closed them and watched his pained expression above her. She reached up to touch his cheek and drew him down to kiss her again. He slowly pulled out of her and pushed all the way back in again, releasing some of the pressure and reawakening her desire. While he kissed her, he drew back and thrust slowly forward again a few times, each time increasing in forcefulness and speed. The sensation brought about renewed urgency within her. Like she was running toward something she did not understand or could not see.
As her desire built, his body tensed above her as if he chased the same invisible prize. The faster he thrusted, the more she wanted from him, nay demanded from him, as if the need had awakened a side of her she never knew was there. Before she could think to stop herself, she entered his mind and linked their passions. Powerful waves built around them as he drove himself almost madly into her. Elspeth held onto his shoulders, her whole focus on the man who claimed her very being with his hard, unrelenting thrusting as if he was branding his name onto her soul.
The crest of the wave was in sight. She clung on tightly to him and he thrust hard one last time, so hard she slid across the bed. Wave after wave started in her spine and washed over her. Their bodies pulsed and twitched as their climax peaked and settled. Elspeth was boneless as Magnus collapsed onto her. Though he was much bigger, his body was a comfort in quelling the storm that had raged through her body.
She had no words or sense of the enormity of what they’d shared. After a time, he slid out of her body and lay by her side, pulling her in close to him. He tugged and shifted until he managed to pull a quilt over them. She wasn’t sure how long they lay there or if she slept, but it appeared that time did not pass, for when they eventually stirred, the daylight appeared the same as when they’d first awoken. Or was that simply in her mind?
Her thoughts took on so many different turns that she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or awake. The soreness between her legs and the naked man watching her quietly beside her were the only certain things that proved what had just happened was real.
“You look worried,” he said after a time.
“I am not,” she said and turned toward him. “Are you?” she asked, not really knowing what to say.
He smiled. “Worried? No. Spent? Ja.”
She smiled at the thought of their vigour. For in the height of it she was just as enthusiastic as he. Wanton indeed. But somehow she was not embarrassed by it. Nothing that felt that good could possibly be wrong.
“I am sorry,” she said.
He lifted his head a little. “For what?” he asked and shook his head.
“For looking inside your mind again. I did not ask and in truth, I am not even sure I had a choice.”
He chuckled and pulled her closer and stroked her hip. His tantalizing fingers drew circles up and down her thigh and across her bottom. Tingling started low in her belly and spread. She was surely spawned from a demon if she was capable of feeling like this again.
