“Is there something that you’d like?” Tormund asked as he stared up at me through my parted thighs.
I swallowed, my heartbeat thrumming in my neck. “I think so, but I’ve never done this before. What you’re about to do, I mean. I’ve done other things. Well, you know that, because we did it.”
I realized I was rambling nervously, so I shut my mouth.
“Hmm.” He murmured it against my skin, the sound sending shockwaves of need through my body. “We must remedy that immediately. Relax against the stone, Astrid. Let me show you what it means to be wanted by a shadow demon.”
He brushed his lips against my thigh. I gasped and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. Smiling, he dragged his tongue across my thigh and then stilled just beside my core. And then he licked me. An explosion of pleasure shook through my body. Tormund groaned, as if he liked my reaction, as if my thrill gave him a bolt of pleasure, too.
He licked me again, sliding his tongue across the core of me. Gods, this felt good. I dropped back my head and moaned ashe drove his tongue inside me, slipping back and forth across my bud. I shuddered. An intoxicating pleasure built inside me, tightening and tightening andtightening.
And then he flicked his tongue across my bud, and I shattered completely.
I gasped, pulses shaking through me. Chest heaving, I started to move away from him, but Tormund grabbed my legs and held me in place against his mouth. His tongue darted out again, and another round of quakes went through me.
When they finally subsided, I collapsed onto the stone, feeling more content and more relaxed than I’d ever felt in my life.
And then Tormund lowered his body on top of mine, desire flickering in the depths of his midnight eyes. My core tightened again in anticipation, sooner than I would have thought possible. He dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me with a ravenous hunger that made my toes curl.
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m not finished with you just yet,” he purred.
I took his hand in mine and put it between my thighs. “Do I feel like I mind?”
“You feel soaking wet, love.” His teeth skimmed my neck, and a delicious heat sparked in their wake. “Tell me you want me.”
I reached up and stroked his horn. “I want you.”
I gasped when he took my leg, lifted it over his shoulder, and hooked it behind his neck. Then he slid inside me, his eyes locked on mine. Everything else dropped away. The only thing in this cave was him and me and the delicious heat building between us.
Tormund pushed into me. I arched against him, crying out when his length hit the very back of me. With an encouraging grunt, he grabbed my other leg and put it on his shoulder. Thrusting inside me once again, he consumed every part of me.
Then his pace slowed. He worked himself inside me in low, sensual strokes, his body moving against the delicate bud he’d only just licked. It was almost too much to bear. My moans filled the cavernous space, echoing all around us. Every time he thrust, I bucked against the rock. All control of my body was gone. I was putty in his hands.
Suddenly, Tormund pulled back and flipped me around. He stood behind me and lifted my arse in the air. Angling his length, he grasped my thighs and slammed into my pussy from behind.
“Oh my gods,” I managed to eke out, stars dotting my eyes. This felt even better than the other position, and that had felt pretty bloomin’ good.
Tormund dug his fingers into my hips, his thumb caressing my arse. He tugged me into him just as he pounded inside me once more. Overwhelming pleasure crashed through me.
He slid himself out, pushed his finger inside me, wetting his finger. Reaching around to my front, he slid his finger across my aching bud and thrust inside me. The combined pleasure lit up in the backs of my eyes.
“That’s right,” he murmured. “Come close to the edge, love.”
He drove into me again and stroked me. I shuddered, my hands curling against the stone. Holding me in place, he quickened, his thrusts faster and harder now. I lifted my arse higher, desperate for release.
“You take me so good, Astrid. Everything you do is perfect.”
At the sound of my name on his tongue, I careened over the edge. Pleasure tore through my core, throbbing so hard I thought I might shatter into pieces. I panted and gripped the stone, my heart racing, my body shaking as hard as my quakes.
Tormund held still while I finished, groaning every time my walls tightened around his cock. When my orgasm was over, he gripped my hips again, gently moving in and out. “I don’t want to push you too hard. Is this all right?”
In answer, I lifted my arse even higher. With an appreciative growl, he thrust into me. A new wave of sparks filled my eyes.
“You can go faster,” I breathed. “I want you to come, Tormund.”
“I will do anything you want me to do.” He thrust again. “I will take you, again and again, until you are fully satisfied.” He thrust harder. “I will explore your pussy with my tongue. I will lick up every last drop.” He slammed into me, all the way to the hilt. “And I will relish every inch of your beautiful body. I’ve served no gods before, but I will gladly serve you.”
I gasped. No one had ever spoken to me this way. And while I knew some of this must be his lust talking, I didn’t care. I leaned forward and pulled away from him, then lay onto my back and pulled him to me. I wanted to see his face.
