Page 30 of Night Fall
He released her from his bite, and she arched her neck back, silently begging, pleading for him to drink from her again.
“Such a bad girl,” he murmured in her ear, but his fingers were still touching her, coaxing her.
“Why?” Mya asked, barely able to speak around her moans. She tried to grab hold of his hand so she could focus on his words, but he only quickened the pace.
“What is our one rule, Mya?”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t answer him.
He nuzzled her cheek with his bearded jaw, then squeezed her breast pinching her nipple. “No man touches you, ever. You broke that rule, Mya, and then you disobeyed me,” he snarled into her ear. “You deserve to be punished.”
She shook her head frantically. “I did—”
He circled her entrance, applying just a bit of pressure as he began to enter her with the tip of his finger. She was so untried that he could barely move within her, and yet every small thrust made her shake.
“I didn’t! I swear. Erik … Erik!” she cried out as he stroked her from within.
“He had plans for you, Mya,” he said, as he teased her walls and she quaked around his finger, nearing another orgasm. “That stupid bastard thought he could have you, could own you, that he could make you feel the way I can.”
She shook her head, unable to speak to tell him the thought was impossible. She belonged to him, only him.
“I killed him,” he hissed, and his anger and fury only added to her pleasure. “And I wanted so badly to come to you, to touch you here, like I’m doing right now.” He thumbed her bud while his finger circled and stretched her deeper. “Would you have let me touch you with his blood on my hands? Would you have enjoyed that, fagr skjaldmær min?”
Her answer should have been no. His words should not have made her so wet that the bed was now drenched beneath her. It should not have made her nipples harder, her breathing shallower, or her body flush with heat. It was sick. It was twisted. It was exactly what she needed. The orgasm began at the base of her spine, and she felt it travel up her body, roll into her shoulders, expand into her chest—
“Such a bad girl,” he purred. “So wicked. So dirty. But I will never let another man touch you, not even his blood. You are mine. Every inch, every curve, every cry from your lips, every kiss, every touch, every beat of your heart belongs to me.”
She came, exploding into a symphony of stars. She traveled along galaxies and saw the vast expanse of the universe. She couldn’t stop, and her body continued to spasm as euphoria filled every cell within her.
And then he took her there five more times, his fingers so coated in her juices that he was able to thrust two in and out before he finally turned her around and ground against her until he came.
After he cleaned them, they held one another. Although Mya’s entire body was relaxed, her mind was active. She’d enjoyed everything Erik had done to her, but something about his ferociousness, his desperation to remind her who she belonged to when they both knew the answer, made her concerned that something else was weighing on his mind.
She turned in his arms, knowing that he was awake as she was. Mya ran her hand over his cheek and his eyelids fluttered from her touch. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly, causing her to sigh.
“Did something happen?” she asked.
When his eyes opened, she knew she didn’t need to elaborate. He kissed her hand once more and drew her head to his chest.
“You are my heart. You are the very breath in my body, what completes my soul, and I know that you have been unhappy because of me.”
“Erik—”
“Please don’t,” he whispered. “You have been waiting for such a long time for me. We have been waiting for such a long time, and it’s not fair to either of us.”
He cupped her cheek and tilted her head to his. “You know I want this, don’t you? That I want you? I want to shout to the entire world that you are mine. I want to take you with me on trips and to events without having to make an excuse as to why you are there.”
“I know,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “And I know why we can’t. I just…”
“I wish it could be different too, fagr skjaldmær min, and I promise I am trying to make it so. That is why I keep going with your brother to these council meetings. We are so close. If tomorrow’s goes well, it will be done.”
Her head shot up from his chest. “Really?”
Erik smiled and kissed her forehead. “Yes, and there are so many plans I have made for us, so many surprises that I can’t wait to show you. I want to be with you, and this council is going to make it happen. Please, just give me one more day.”
She cupped his face. “Erik, I will always wait for you. Even if I don’t like the circumstances, I will never stop waiting for you. I love you.”
He kissed her so gently, so tenderly, with so much love and affection that she felt covered in it from her head to her toes. So why did she want to cry?
