Page 57 of Haakon's Fate
“I know. I allowed you to think I was experienced because I didn’t want you to think me ridiculous, but the truth is, I’ve never lain with a man.”
Slowly, he drew away. The move was gentle, she could tell he was trying not to hurt her, physically or emotionally, but she felt the rejection deep in her bones.
He stood up and raked a hand through his hair, disbelief, confusion and, yes, anger etched on his handsome face. “I should?—”
“You did nothing wrong. Don’t leave me, not now,” she pleaded, raising herself to her knees.
Indecision was fluttering in Haakon’s eyes, making them appear almost dark. She didn’t talk, not wanting to ruin her chances. Then he sighed. “No, I’m not leaving you. We both know I should but I’m not going to. I can’t.”
Hope surged through Gytha. Despite her lies, despite her inexperience, Haakon wanted her so much that he was going to do what his reason was urging him not to do.
“Lie down.”
The curt order was enough to fan her need back to life. Heart beating, she stretched over the pallet, offering herself, waiting for Haakon to join her. A moment later he did. His hand, firm, and assured, slipped under her shift once more and took hold of her breast.
Gytha relaxed into the hot, possessive embrace. There would be no stopping now. The iron-hard member poking at her thigh made that clear.
“Are you scared?” Haakon rasped in her ear.
Scared? She was anything but scared. “No.”
“Well, I am. I don’t want to hurt you, but I know I will. The idea is unbearable.”
“It is not to me. I’ve always known this would happen. I’m a woman, it is inevitable. But I’m strong. And I want this.” Shecovered his hand again, urging him to resume his caresses on her breast. “I want you. Please, Haakon.”
“I’ll do my best to be gentle.”
This was what he had told her the day he had pierced her ear. The memory made her smile. Once again he would be in charge. Once again he would draw blood. Once again he would cause her pain by doing something she had wanted to do for years.
She didn’t mind, because she hadn’t lied. Just like with the earrings, it was the right moment. She would become a woman in the arms of this man, who had done nothing but protect her from the moment he’d happened on her sewing in the woods, who piqued her interest and roused her senses like no one else she’d ever met.
“First, we’ll remove your shift and I’ll remove my clothes. I need to touch you, I need to see you, I need you to feel me, skin to skin.”
“Yes.” This was what she wanted too. She watched as he sat on his knees and lifted his tunic and shirt above his head in one fluid motion. Then he reached to the laces at his braies and freed the most impressive erection she had ever seen. Well. Considering she had only ever seen Theodebert’s, this was perhaps not a very meaningful observation. But Haakon’s was magnificent. As was every part of him.
Thrilled, she saw that he was indeed wearing an arm ring on his bicep. It looked just as intricate and beautiful as she had imagined. At any other time she would have asked to examine it, but right now she could only think of welcoming him into her body.
Everything else would have to wait.
She disposed of her shift in the blink of an eye, regretting that she didn’t have the patience or the skill to tease him, reveal herself bit by bit.
It didn’t seem to matter. Haakon’s eyes caught fire when he saw her and he closed a hand around his shaft, as if to stop it from erupting. She shivered at this image of pure lust and masculine power. Had she made the right choice? Orwashe too much man for her to handle?
She was about to find out.
Without a word, he took his position behind her again, bringing her in close contact to the warm body that utterly dwarfed hers. She would have preferred him to face her but she didn’t dare ask for it. He must have his reasons and she had done enough begging for one day. His hands started to caress her all over while his mouth nibbled at her throat. It was delicious, sending shivers all the way to the place that was pulsing between her legs, demanding to be filled.
When she thought she would explode with need, and beg again, he lifted her right leg up slightly and cupped her mound. “Feel this, Saxon? You’re so wet I guess you didn’t lie when you said you wanted me.”
“No.” How could he doubt her? She was naked and panting in his arms.
“Like this? Is that what you want?” A finger slid inside her, slow and deliberate.
“No, not like this,” she managed to answer.
Though the sensation was exquisite, the finger was too small. It was like being offered a sip of water when she was dying of thirst. She wanted more, she wanted to drown in sensations, she wanted to be overwhelmed. A finger, she had already felt during her intimate nightly explorations, now she wanted the rest, she wanted what she was entitled to as a woman, what only a man could give her. There would be other opportunities to tease and explore, for now she wanted to be taken and feel the full effect of Haakon’s potency.
Not knowing how else to explain to him what she needed, she reached behind her and took hold of this throbbing member. It was so smooth, so warm, so thick. Perfect. Suddenly she was sure she would be able to handle him. She was made for this.
