Page 29 of Night Fall
She giggled. “Is it working?”
He smirked, and the intensity in his gaze stole her breath and flooded her with heat. “You have no idea what you just started.”
She opened her mouth to goad him further, but he shut it with his lips. He laid on top of her, covering her with his body, his warmth. Mya knew she would never get used to the weight of him, never get used to the way it felt to simply hold him like this.
She ran her fingers through his hair. It had grown longer, down to his mid-back now. She loved the length, loved the way he growled into her mouth when she tugged on the strands, and loved it even more when he did the same to her. He tilted her head back until she had no choice but to surrender to him, to let him use her mouth in whatever way he saw fit, to let him pleasure her with his tongue and teeth.
He licked her mouth, delved into its depths, making her moan and writhe against him. He nibbled and bit her lips, sucked them and her tongue, and she whimpered as the action sent pleasure coursing through her body. Her core clenched and throbbed, begging for him to do more than kiss, touch, and squeeze. She longed for him to thrust inside her.
Erik lifted his hips from hers, and when she tried to follow, to rub against him, he surprised her by changing their position.
“Give me your back and put your legs on top of mine,” he ordered, and after a moment of shock, she complied.
In the corner of her room was a full-length mirror, one she could now see them in as she sat on his lap, her back to his front. In the reflection, Erik’s eyes met hers. They were so dark, the silver blending to a gray so deep it was closer to metallic black. He looked devious, hungry, like a lion ready to feast on its favorite meal, and she shivered under the intensity.
Slowly he pulled on her skirts, sliding the material up her calves, her knees, her thighs, all the while never breaking his stare. She blushed and fidgeted with a need to stop him out of embarrassment, but a deeper curiosity, the desire to see what would happen next, held her still.
Her breath caught in her throat as he gripped her thighs, squeezing her flesh. His hands were so warm against her skin, but the way he held her, digging his fingernails into her flesh as if he owned her, made her shudder.
Then he began to spread his legs, forcing her own legs to follow with his grip. She gasped at the feeling of being stretched, of her body being used as a sacrificial lamb for whatever he wanted, whatever would please him. The feeling was just as freeing and intoxicating as it was overwhelming and terrifying.
“Erik, what are you doing?” Her voice was so husky and breathless that he smirked, knowing just how much he affected her, how much she wanted him.
“Open yourself for me, fagr skjaldmær min. Let me see that beautiful cunt. Let me see how wet you are, how badly you need me.”
His words fanned the flames within her and made her moan, even though he had yet to touch her. There was only him, what he wanted, and the hidden promise afterward. The anticipation was too much, and she spread her legs quickly for him.
She didn’t question when he lifted his knees and forced her to do the same, leaving her legs dangling over the top and side of his. As a reward for her willingness, he wrapped his hand around her throat, tilted her chin up and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. Then he pulled her skirts to her waist, leaving her completely bare and open for him to see and touch. He licked her lips, sucked them into his mouth, then his fingers reached down and stroked the small bud of her core.
She jerked against his hand in surprise, gasping and breaking their kiss. He pushed harder against her, keeping her pinned between his hips and his hand, leaving her barely able to roll her hips against him.
“Use me,” he whispered into her ear, and when he kissed the lobe it sent chills down to her toes. “Use me for your pleasure. Go wild for me, fagr skjaldmær min.”
She couldn’t stop herself as she undulated against his hand, but even as the pleasure sought to overwhelm her, she couldn’t meet his gaze in the mirror. Erik had never touched her like this, never put his hand there. She could only imagine what she looked like in the mirror, naked from the waist down, grinding herself on his fingers.
Mya buried her head in his neck. As he rubbed her faster, her moans grew louder. Then he pinched the bundle of nerves, and she cried out as an arch of electricity traveled down her spine.
“Watch yourself in the mirror, Mya.”
He was so hard behind her, so tense, and every time he spoke his voice seemed to drop another octave. It was killing her, but she couldn’t obey him. She couldn’t.
“No,” she shook her head frantically. “I can’t, I can’t,” and yet she still moaned, still rubbed against him, faster now, getting closer to her release.
“No?” He chuckled in her ear. “You are not in a position to say no to me, fagr skjaldmær min,” he warned, and then he pinched her again.
She cried out his name as the pain mixed with pleasure and took her higher.
“Watch,” he commanded.
But she still couldn’t. It would be so lewd, so wrong to see herself so wanton. And yet she wanted to listen to him, to follow his instructions. She was so caught in between those emotions that she didn’t hear his snarl until it was too late.
“You will obey me, Mya.” He grabbed hold of her throat and forced her head forward, tilting it to the side. “You wanted to play with fire. Now you will know what it’s like to get burned,” he growled as he sunk his teeth into her neck.
Her eyes flashed open in shock, meeting the image of their reflections. She watched helplessly as he drank from her, her hips circling and grinding against his hand. She couldn’t look away at the picture of them, so lost together. Her mouth was open, and each cry he tore from her seemed to reverberate even louder in her own ears. His eyes met hers in the mirror once more and then slid down to where his fingers teased and plucked at her like an instrument crafted just for him.
Erik teased her entrance, and she came. Her release was so strong, so vibrant, that for a moment she saw nothing but colors, bursts of light so bright they blinded her from everything else. Erik held her, anchoring her with his teeth and fingers. He kept moving even after her climax ended.
All she could do was fall into him, relax into his body, and moan his name in high pitched whimpers. Tears fell from her eyes as her pleasure heightened and she became nothing more than sensations and emotions.
