He bent over me, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m not done with you, Astrid. I’m not even close to done. Pray to me like that again.”
My heart leapt into my throat. Pray? Is that what happened? Was this now our own unique prayer exchange?
I closed my eyes when another wave of pleasure coursed through me. I wanted more and happily took what he offered. The tides of orgasm crashed over me again, quicker and more intense than the first.
When I was a panting, twitching mess, Týr finally relented. I sucked in deep breaths; my body more weightless than I’d ever felt before.
But my reprieve was short-lived. Týr slid a hand along my thighs and spread my legs. He leaned over me again, fisting his cock and sliding it teasingly along my quivering folds.
He murmured into my ear again, his hot breath and words sending tingles down my spine. “If I am too rough, tell me, Astrid. I will only hurt you if you beg me to.”
My response was a deep, gasping breath, and my back arching as he slid his hard cock inside me. Tomme length by tomme length, he stretched me and my body accepted him, greedy to take him all.
“Creation, you’re perfect, Valkyrie,” Týr said in a strained voice before devouring my breath with his mouth and thrust hard into me.
The force jarred through me as a mix of pain and pleasure. My mind fuzzed. I moaned into him, wanting more. His thrusts picked up. I fought against his restraining hand, craving to touch and feel him.
He grinned, and I gasped when he pulled out and flipped me over on my belly. Týr lifted my hips, and without warning, plunged deep inside me. I moaned deep in my chest, my hands fisting the fur pelts beneath us.
Skin slapped skin as Týr picked up his pace. His hand fisted and yanked my hair again, making me gasp. “Týr…”
“That’s it, Valkyrie, pray to me. Beg me to give you what you crave.”
I did. I begged and I prayed for more. Týr reached around my front and found that perfect, sensitive spot between my legs. A heated inferno sparked through me once against and I fell into desire, rocking into his hard thrusts, increasing the pleasure until I ached to my very core.
He slammed into me harder, mixing more pain into my pleasure, and I craved it. Never had a man been so rough with me and I wanted it—desired it.
The familiar sensation of building orgasm coiled in me, and then exploded. I screamed, overtaken by pleasure.
Týr braced himself on either side of me and nearly roared as he too orgasmed, spilling his hot seed inside me. We collapsed in a tangled, sensitive heap. My body quivered and shook. Týr rolled me into him, and I pressed into his hard form, pulling my arms around him and embracing the warmth and protection he offered.
We lay in each other’s arms, listening to each other’s mingling heartbeats.
“Did that please you, Valkyrie?” Týr murmured after a moment.
I made a thoughtful sound as I looked up at him. “Why do you call me that?”
Maybe I should have accepted the new name and left it at that, but I was curious.
He brushed a damp tousle of hair away from my face. “Because that is what you are to me. You ease the rage within me, pacifying it like no other can. You coax and ignite a fiery passion none can take credit for. You hold the keys to my soul, my fight for battle, and all that I am, and have the power to stave or encourage it all. You are my Valkyrie, forever and always.”
My heart beat heavy in my chest, my face growing hot. That felt so close to a confession of—I blinked when he traced my face scar. I pulled away from the touch this time. “What are you doing?”
“How did you get this?” There was no disgust in his eyes. Only affection and curiosity.
“Ah, well, um…” I chewed my lower lip. It was a rather embarrassing story, and I promised Leif I’d never tell a soul. “That’s a secret.”
His eyebrow spiked, and he tucked a finger under my chin to tip my head up. “A secret? And what must I do to earn the knowledge of this secret?”
My pulse quickened. The look in his eyes told me my promise was doomed at this rate.
The front door clacked open and all the heat in me drained until I was ice cold. Someone had returned home, and we’d left a noticeable mess in the other room.
Týr cocked his head. “What is wrong, Valkyrie?”
“Uh… Oh, um… I…” What was I supposed to say?
“Who do you think is here? Your father?”
