Page 96 of Kiss of Wrath

“You have no idea.” He pulled the claw comb from her hair and spread the tresses out over the pillow. Mordr had developed a liking for wavy red hair.

What could she say? She’d developed a liking for grim Vikings.

“So many things I want to do to you,” he murmured. “So many things I want to show you.”

“How about the things I want to do to you?”

He smiled. “I haven’t even shown you the Viking S-spot yet.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Or doggie sex.”

“Uh.”

She loved this playful side to Mordr. But he was scaring her a little bit, too. Like time was running out and he was trying to cram in all the memories he could. She’d known theirs was not going to be a long-term relationship. Still . . .

He unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front closure on her black silk bra, staring down at her. Rubbing his palms in a circular fashion over her bare breasts, he said, “Mine.”

She cupped the bulge in his shorts. “Does that mean this is mine, as well?”

“Always.”

That sounded promising. Maybe she was misreading his rush to fill every moment.

Unzipping but not removing his shorts, he released himself. No underwear, but then why would there be with all the sex they’d been having? More convenient.

He did help her shimmy out of her shorts, though, leaving just the opened bra and matching black silk bikini panties. Wasting no time, he moved the crotch of her panties aside, took his erection in hand, and slid right in.

Whoa! Miranda hadn’t realized she was so ready. She hadn’t realized she wanted this as much as he did.

He rocked her then. Back and forth. Back and forth. With deliberate, torturous slowness.

She wanted to caress his body, to lean up for a kiss, but he would not allow that. In fact, he laced her fingers with his and extended them above her head. The whole time he held her gaze. “Your eyes tell all your secrets. Do not hide from me.”

She writhed and tried to get him to move faster, to touch her in those special places, but he remained firm. Just slow rocking, back and forth.

But then she realized that the rocking was going a little bit more forward and touching her most sensitive place. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped at the pleasure that was so much more intense because it came and went. Touch, release. Touch, release.

She moaned.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

She did, but he was not satisfied with a mere “harder” or “faster.” He forced her to tell him in graphic detail what she wanted him to do and how it felt when he did. She used words she’d never said aloud before.

Still, he rocked them slowly, and she felt the mounting tension in her become a delicious agony. She arched her back so that her nipples could abrade the blond fur of his chest. So aroused was she in the end that she became disoriented.

“Please, please, please,” she begged.

When he paused in rocking, she could swear he grew even larger inside her. Then, leaning down, he took one nipple in his mouth and drew on her, hard. At the same time he withdrew his penis, then slammed into her.

Her orgasm was immediate and shattering, ripping across her entire body. She would have screamed, except he put a gentle hand over her mouth, “Shh, shh, that is the way. Relax. Do not try to control the peaking. Surrender. Sur-ren-der!”

He stopped speaking abruptly because his own climax was approaching. She would have liked to turn the tables on him, to tell him to relax, to surrender to the orgasm, but she was speechless as the folds of her vagina continued to clutch and unclutch him until he roared out his own release.

It took several moments for their heavy breathing to slow. Easing out of her, he rolled over. With his arm around her shoulders, he tucked her into his side.

She laid her face against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. A comfort of sorts. He was alive, no matter what he said, no matter what he was.