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He tugs at one nipple, lighting my nerves on fire before one hand snakes between us and his thumb works tight circles at my clit, swirling arousal to soak his digits like a lubricant. His thumb sneaks up to his lips and he sucks my glistening sex off before he returns his hand between us, swirling and pinching and massaging before a slow burn of another orgasm builds in my body.
My legs quake and my grip tightens at his shoulders while he fucks me slowly and reverently, taking care of me, getting me off, making me his.
“Vidar,” I call into the night when another orgasm crashes through my body.
His pleasure-filled grunts follow mine as he holds his body over me, caging me against his enormous form, the silver moonlight kissing his skin and urging my love for him on, sucking all the oxygen up between us until we’re melded together as one.
“My god,” He pants and then collapses on top of my body curling me into his protective form, skin to skin, chest to chest. “I’ve waited so long for you, Wren.”
And then the bed creaks ominously.
I freeze.
“Vidar.”
“Yes?”
“If you break my bed, you’re buying me another one.”
He glances down at the mattress.
“Your furniture is alarmingly fragile.”
“You’re alarmingly large.”
His grin turns wicked.
“I have noticed.”
“Oh, don’t you dare.”
He laughs and kisses me again.
And somewhere between the teasing and the tenderness, I forget to be afraid.
Not because he is powerful enough to protect me from the world.
Because he has shown me that his power will never be used to take away my choices.
When I reach for him, he comes willingly.
When I ask him to slow down, he does.
And when I pull him close again, the look on his face makes my heart ache.
For a man who has spent three thousand years commanding armies, Vidar seems almost overwhelmed by the simple miracle of being trusted.
And for the first time in years, I don’t feel like I’m surrendering anything.
I feel like I’m finally getting something back.
Myself.
A while later, I’m curled against Vidar’s chest beneath a tangle of silky pink sheets.
One of my pillows lies on the floor.
Another has somehow ended up across the room.
