Page 72 of Haakon's Fate
“No pain?” he asked in a rasp.
“No pain. I love you,” she said, her eyes filling with tears at the intensity and the beauty of the moment. She had gambled and she had won. Fate had nothing to do with this. It had been her decision.
Her victory.
“I love you more.”
With these words Haakon started to move in long, fluid strokes. And then, to her delight, he started to talk to himself—or perhaps her—in Norse. Not understanding what he was saying was exquisitely arousing, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine how she would feel if she understood what lewd orders he was giving her.
Gytha moved, doing her best to match his rhythm and meet him thrust for thrust. This was like a dance, the most erotic, delicious dance she had ever imagined.
Haakon reverted to her language. “Forgive me, Saxon, this is not going to last. I swear next time will be better. I will take you for hours, make you ride me and show you how it’s done. But for now, I need to come. And so do you.”
He sat back onto his haunches and lifted her hips in the air, leaving her shoulders on the pallet. He carried on with his delicious thrusts and it felt amazing.
Gytha was delirious with pleasure. “Haakon, please.”
“Yes.”
He placed his thumb on the nub of hardened flesh at the apex of her thighs, just above the place where they were joined, the place where he had focused his attention earlier, with his tongue. Sparks shot inside her skull. Yes!
If he carried on like this it wouldn’t be long before she reached the release she desperately needed.
“This time I’m going to get my pleasure to the full,” Haakon told her through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to withdraw. I’m going to fill you up. Because we are going to get married, so it doesn’t matter if you get with child. It will be my child, and I will love it as much as I love you.”
That promise was what pushed her over the edge. Gytha screamed so loud she hoped no one was walking up to the hut at that moment.
And then it was Haakon’s turn. Head thrown back, he bowed his back and exploded inside her, scalding her insides. Never had she imagined anything half as decadent as feeling a man’s seed shoot up her body.
Haakon lowered her back onto the pallet and collapsed by her side, panting hard. It was only then she realized that he was still fully dressed, whereas she was naked as the day she was born.
“We will need to remove your clothes before you take me again,” she said, turning to the side to look at him.
Take her again?
Gytha blinked. What had possessed her to make such a scandalous declaration? But Haakon didn’t appear shocked or even surprised. He simply took her hand and placed it over his heart. It was beating wildly. For her.
“Just give me a moment, you demanding Saxon,” he drawled. “But no, I’m not finished with you yet.”
She smiled, hoping he would never be.
21
Gytha spent the next two days in bed with Haakon, or so it seemed.
As if to ensure they would not leave the house, the weather had taken a sudden turn for the worst. With the rain pelting down, few people wanted to venture outside, least of all lovers eager to make up for lost time. True to his word, Haakon taught her everything he knew, and rode her for what felt like hours at a time. Though by rights she should have been exhausted, she couldn’t get enough of it.
In the morning of the third day, the sun came back and they received a visit from her father. Fortunately, he arrived when they were breaking their fast, and not while she was screaming her pleasure at the top of her lungs. No matter how hard she tried, she never managed to keep quiet when her body went up in flames. Haakon had assured her he loved hearing this proof of her pleasure, and was often as vocal as she was.
“Daughter.” Her father gave her a wide smile. “I take it from the fact that you never came back home that your declaration of love was well received the other day?”
Yes. That was one way of putting it. She blushed so hard, remembering all she and Haakon had done since then that she knew she would never be able to answer without stammering.
“It was, extremely well-received,” Haakon said in her place. To her relief, he sounded matter-of-fact, nothing like the lust filled lover who had purred his lewdest instructions in her ear over the last few days. “Gytha told me you had been the one encouraging her to come speak to me. I’m grateful, because I was going out of my mind with the need for her.”
“Think nothing of it. And I’m glad to see that my last child will be happily married as well. At least, I assume that is what’s going to happen?”
“It is. In fact we were about to come into town to tell you the ceremony will take place this Friday.”
