Page 89 of The Merciless Laird
With a growl, he turned her over in the bed. The furs were soft beneath her back, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress a delicious pressure.
His mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple before he sucked hard, the pull of it arrowing straight to her folds. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, his teeth grazing, his lips leaving marks she’d feel for days.
His hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs. She was soaked, her folds slick with arousal, and when he dragged a finger through her slit, she bucked against him, desperate for more.
“Please,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Ivar,please.”
He didn’t make her beg twice.
His fingers circled her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles while his mouth found hers again. The kiss was filthy now, their tongues tangling, their teeth clashing. When he slid two fingers inside her, she moaned into his mouth, her inner walls clenching around him.
“So tight,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers curling, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars. “So wet for me.”
She was close, her body coiling tight, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But she didn’t want to climax like this.
Nae yet.
Matilda carefully rolled him onto his back, and straddled his hips. For a moment, she paused, her hands trembling slightly as she reached between them. Her fingers brushed against him, and her breath hitched at the heat she felt, the sheer intensity of it. She hesitated, not from fear but from the overwhelming rightness of the moment.
Ivar’s hands came up to her waist, his touch firm but gentle, guiding her. He held her gaze, his eyes soft, and she could see the concern there, the care he was taking to make sure she wasn’t overwhelmed.
"Easy, lass," he murmured, his voice a low rasp. "Take yer time. I willnae rush ye."
His hands slid down to her hips, his grip steady as he helped her find the right position. Slowly, he guided her, his voice coaxing, reassuring.
"Tell me if it hurts," he whispered. "I’ll stop if ye need me tae."
Matilda nodded, her heart racing as she sank down inch by careful inch. The stretch was overwhelming, a mix of burn and fullness that made her gasp, but Ivar was there, his hands tender on her hips, guiding her, watching her closely.
"I’m right here," he said, his breath warm against her ear. "Let me ken if it’s too much."
She gave a small, breathless laugh, her hands resting on his chest as she steadied herself. "It’s fine," she whispered, her voice a little shaky. "Just… slow."
Ivar nodded, his expression softening. He adjusted beneath her, taking her slowly, allowing her body to adjust to him.
The burn was still there, but it was becoming something more. It was the feeling of completion, of belonging, and Matilda felt herself relax into it, her body slowly acclimating.
Ivar’s voice was a steady presence, grounding her. "There ye go," he murmured. "I’ve got ye. Just breathe."
“Gods,” he groaned, his head falling back, the cords of his neck standing out. “Ye feel like heaven.”
Matilda didn’t answer. She couldn’t.
Instead, she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles, her clit dragging against the rough hair at the base of his manhood. The friction was maddening, the stretch of him inside her hitting every nerve ending. She braced her hands on his chest, her nails scoring his skin as she rode him, her pace growing faster, more desperate.
Ivar’s hands slid up her body, his thumbs finding her nipples, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.
“That’s it, lass,” he growled, his voice a dark purr. “Take what ye need.”
And she did.
She rode him harder, her breath coming in sharp, broken cries, her body tightening like a bowstring.
Ivar’s hips snapped up to meet hers, his manhood driving deeper with every thrust, the slap of skin against skin filling the chamber. The sound was obscene, wet and messy andperfect.
“Dinnae hold yerself. I want tae see ye ride high fer me.”
Matilda didn’t hesitate.
