“This,” Linnea gripped his cock tightly, “and this.” She grabbed his hand and rested it on her center.
Halsten hissed out a string of curses that Linnea hoped meant something positive even though they sounded quite filthy. He slipped two fingers into her dripping slit and growled. His fingers brushed over a specific spot and she squeaked again, tingles running all over her body like she had been struck by lightning.
He chuckled. “We’ll save that spot for after. I have to get you ready for me.”
Halsten slowly slipped a finger into Linnea’s opening. At first it was uncomfortable, but after he retracted and reinserted it a few times, she adjusted. He leaned forward and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth again as he eased two fingers into her this time. She hissed and he stopped, allowing her a moment to get used to the feeling. A few flicks of his tongue over her nipple and she relaxed again.
He pushed in further until she felt the pressure of his hand against her, knowing his fingers were as deep as they could go. Linnea let out what she now knew was her signature squeak. He did it twice more, and on the third time, he pushed in quickly, curling his fingers against her walls and she moaned, guttural and completely unfamiliar.
That was the signal Halsten had been waiting for, because he released her breast and sat back, taking hold of his cock andreleasing Linnea of the duty. He lined it up with her throbbing center, so wet she was sure she was soaking the sheets.
“Words,” he said in a low grumble.
Linnea said the filthiest thing she had ever said, demanding the filthiest thing she had ever desired. “Fuck me, Halsten.”
Halsten once again released a steeple-shattering strand of curses as he slowly slid into her. Once he was completely immersed in her, he withdrew slowly and entered again. At first, there was a stinging sensation. Linnea feared she had made a mistake, allowing this to happen. Maybe sex wasn’t as enjoyable as everyone made it out to be. Maybe it was only for the men, and this was the pain women had to feel every time it happened.
Halsten’s hand returned to its home between her legs and he grazed that spot again. Her clit, the spot that made her see stars the first time he touched it. He pressed the pad of his finger to it at first, allowing her to adjust to the feel of something touching it. When she relaxed and felt herself tightening around his dick, he began to draw large, gentle circles around her clit. His thrusts were small, but the friction made her moan. She was filled and whatever he was doing was making her pant. After a few more small thrusts, he pulled out almost completely and pushed as far into her as he could go.
Linnea’s legs fell further open and she could see Halsten’s hand working between her legs. She watched him, her breaths becoming more shallow. A corner of his mouth tilted upward when she looked up at his face.
He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue swirling small, tight circles around hers. At that same moment, his finger mimicked his tongue, drawing small, determined circles around her clit. A tingling started low in her stomach, her inner-walls clenching around his cock. Halsten sat back up and thrusted into her, determination etched into his expression. She glanced down to his hand now frantically working her, and that was herundoing. Waves of pleasure washed over her, a shrieking moan tearing from her throat as she realized that Halsten was finding his release as well.
“Little Flame. My good Little fucking Flame,” Halsten whispered to himself and closed his eyes.
HisLittle Flame. He brought one of her arms to his face and kissed the scar on her wrist.
She tightened around him so much that she could distinctly feel the head of his cock flare, and her body tingled all over.
As she came down, Halsten’s thrusting slowed to a stop and he pressed his forehead to hers.
“Nowthatwas a high-pitched moan.”
Chapter 37
Nothing felt odd about awakening next to Linnea. Halsten was accustomed to slipping out of bed and sneaking away once the woman he had relations with fell asleep, but he never once felt the urge to do that with this one.
The night before had completely broken him down and rebuilt him as a man. All he desired in life from here on out was the magnificent woman sleeping soundly next to him, her fiery hair a mess and her nightgown disheveled.
These Orntali women were different from any women he or Kaid had encountered before.
He kissed her bare shoulder. “Good morning, sleepy head. It’s time to get going.”
Linnea groaned, turning over slightly to peek an eye open and look at him. She covered her face with her arms and sighed.
“The men will know what happened since you didn’t sleep in the room,” she stated.
Halsten’s brow furrowed. “If you intended to keep this a secret, you should have told me before we were so loud every room on the floor could hear us.
She blushed a deep beet red. “That bad?”
He swooped in and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Nothing bad about it. And just so we’re clear, I never planned on keeping this a secret. I planned on walking out of here holding your hand and never letting go.”
The ride from the inn to Blomvin Manor would only take a few hours and they were off to a good start seeing as they were saddled and ready to go by the time the sun came up.
With every hour they rode, Halsten could see Linnea’s posture becoming more rigid. This day would not be easy on her. He didn’t know the full extent of the abuse she endured in the manor, but he picked up on enough. He had only seen two scars on her, one on each wrist. After last night, he knew her legs did not hold any physical evidence of the worst parts of her life, but that was what strategic abusers did.
If they did leave physical scars, they put them where no one would see them. And that did not even touch on the subject of mental scarring. She had only left those scars on Linnea’s wrists because she knew the end was near. She knew Linnea wouldsomehow escape, and she wanted to leave her with a parting “gift” to remember her by.
