I vaguely gestured to where my bed would be. It was the only exposed one, as Leif had partitioned his after the wedding, and Mother and Father had their own room in the loft. I didn’t care if we made it to my bed or not. He could take me anywhere he wanted, I just needed him—on top of me—inside me.
My back pressed into soft furs, and my hair pooled around me. Týr pulled away and gazed down, hungrily drinking in every visual piece of my naked flesh, save for the necklace around my neck and other jewelry I still wore. “You’re stunning, Valkyrie.”
Under his intense, gleaming eyes, for the first time in my life, I felt like the most beautiful woman in existence.
Týr pulled his tunic up and over his head, tossing it away without a care. I didn’t either. Pulse pounding in my ears, I raked my gaze over his chiseled body, craving to touch him. My eyes continued to dip lower and froze at the size of his throbbing cock. My breath hitched. Gods, he’s a damned stallion. I’d never wondered if a man could fit, but now…
My gaze flicked up to his face to find Týr grinning. “Better?”
I gaped. He wanted confirmation that I approved of him more than what I’d see of Fenrir.
Týr chuckled and leaned in, bracing his hands on either side of my head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He captured my mouth with his again, as hungry as I felt. My thoughts disappeared, and I fell into my desires.
I ran my hands along his muscular chest, feeling each dip, peak, and valley of hard muscles and scars. A groan rumbled through his chest and Týr grabbed a fistful of my hair again. I gasped, enjoying the pleasant thrill that came with it.
His mouth left mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. My chest heaved with effort; my mind fuzzed with heady desire.
Týr’s tongue swathed over my skin, tasting every part of me he desired. He followed paths of freckles, exploring and teasing until he returned to my chest. His tongue trailed along the side of my breast. He nipped and kissed the sensitive skin and my body arched, aching for more attention. This was all new for me, but my body knew what it wanted, and I craved it, too.
I gasped when his hot, wet tongue flicked my hard, aching nipple. He grinned, his teeth scraping my skin, and he continued, licking and teasing until he wrapped his lips around the aching peak and sucked. Hard.
My head rolled back as a pleasured moan rumbled through me. My limbs tingled and my back arched again, desperate for more attention like this.
Týr continued to suck and lick, switching between both my breasts, ensuring neither was neglected. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him.
My hands pawed at him, desperate to touch and feel. I let out a frustrated whimper when he snatched my wrists and pinned them above my head with one of his massive hands.
His other hand roamed over me, and I squirmed. My whole body was on fire. When his fingers slid along my inner thigh, I whimpered more. The sparks of sensation felt so good.
Týr released my nipple with a pop, and he grinned against my sensitive skin. “What do you want, Valkyrie?”
I swallowed; my mouth dry. “I want…”
My breathing hitched when his fingers slid up my inner thigh and teased the sensitive flesh between my legs. My hips tilted into his touch, as if begging. “That… I want more of that.”
My words sounded more like a plea than anything.
Týr slid his fingers along the slit between my legs, slowly working his way between my folds. I moaned when he hit a deliciously perfect spot. The pleasure it sent through me was the right amount of delectable satisfaction I’d craved and teasing for more.
I’d never experienced this before. My time with my almost-future husbands never dragged out this long. They were fun, and pleasurable, but this… this was so much more amazing.
The fire inside me stoked to a wildfire of pleasure. My hips rocked, intensifying everything. My breathing hitched and tension coiled deep in my center. My toes curled, and I knew I was so close to the one thing I wanted.
“Týr…” I moaned.
He gazed deep into my eyes, the stare intense and soul-stealing. “You want more of this, Valkyrie?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice pleading and breathy. “More.”
He slid a finger inside me, and then another. I gasped, embracing the sensation of him sliding his fingers in and out. It undid me.
The tension building inside me exploded, bringing with it a rush of euphoria. My head flew back, his name screaming out, and my hips bucked, orgasm taking over.
Týr’s intense eyes glowed and his grip around my wrists tightened, as if something about this affected him more deeply.
I came down from what I could only assume was Valhalla, my breath heavy, and chest heaving. Týr didn’t cease his attentions. My sensitive body squirmed, protesting and desiring.
