Page 103 of Soul of Fire

“I don’t want to think about it.” Arik kissed me, raising our bound hands above my head to rest on the pillow.Much better.

“I hope they are,” I teased as he returned his attention to my neck. Revna deserved happiness, but it was beginning to be increasingly difficult to think about anything other than Arik’s lips tracing over my collarbone. I gasped as he pinned my other hand above my head, his eyes molten silver. “You’re going to crush the flowers.”

“Fuck the flowers.” He trailed his free hand down my body, examining every detail and fastening. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, Kjære.”

I laughed, gesturing to his scaled leather jacket. “And you’re not?”

“My first act as your husband requires you to be bare before me.” He bent down, straining our bound hands to kiss the inside of my knee before looking up to meet my gaze again. “If you’ll allow it.”

I nodded as he adjusted our bound hands so he could kiss a trail of fire up my inner thigh.

Idunn writhed in my mind, irritated with his slow pace.Faster.

Arik chuckled. Baldur must have relayed her frustration.

“I’m going to take my time with you, wife.” Another inch of skirts. Another kiss to my thigh.

I felt heat flood my center as he teased his way up to my core.

“And then, when you are begging, I will let you come on my tongue. How does that sound?”

I whimpered as he kissed a torturously slow path upwards. “Idunn won’t like it.”

“This isn’t for Idunn,” he murmured, his beard scratching in a way that had me clawing the bedclothes. His eyes met mine again, almost pure silver under the glowing fireflies. “This is for us.”

I gasped as his tongue met my center, the warmth and pressure pulling a moan from me as I fisted my free hand into his hair. He teased the sensitive bud, and my clothes felt too tight and too hot, trapping too much skin that could befeelinginstead.

Arik chuckled, hearing the thought, and loosened the laces on either side of my gown where it was rucked up over my hips. As I struggled to free myself, he moved his fingers to my center, slowly inserting one as I bucked against him. I managed to loosen but not remove the overdress and resorted to sliding my free hand beneath my serk to squeeze my breast as he added a second finger.

More,I whined, my voice mixing with Idunn’s as we writhed together. There was too much clothing. I needed Arik’s bare flesh atop mine, not all this leather and linen and human nonsense.

Arik and Baldur laughed in unison as Arik’s tongue lapped rapid circles around my heated flesh, and he moaned as if I was his own personal feast.

That’s it, wife. Let me feel you coming apart around me.His hand clenched more tightly around mine, the pressure building in time with the glorious pounding between my thighs.

He curled his finger inside me, and it sent me over the edge. Idunn shattered like the fallen star she had been born from, exploding into a thousand tiny fragments of pleasure that shuddered through my body.

Fucking gods, you are so good,Arik growled in my head, his tongue still working me.So beautiful.

I need these off,I gasped, trying to sit up and tear ineffectually at my overdress.Please.

Arik sat up, the evidence of his arousal firm against his leather trousers. He kissed me on the lips, the taste of us combining on my tongue as he released our bound hands. The braided cord fell to the bed, its leaves horribly crumpled. “Sigrid will have to be happy enough with that.”

“But I’m not.” I unlaced the shawl, far too warm now over my heated skin, and pulled the gown over my head. Baby’s breath fell from my hair like snow as I struggled with the clothing, and Arik laughed as he tried to help me.

“I told you,” he said as he finally freed me from the gown and folded it neatly up with the shawl. It was inside out, but I didn’tcare as I stepped out of my slippers to stand bare before him. He swallowed, his pupils elongating into slits. “Too many clothes.”

“Your turn, husband.”

“Fuck.“ Ariktore off his clothing like it was burning him, his eyes never leaving mine. “That word has a dangerous effect on me.”

“Good.”

He wasted no time when he was finally naked, moving to pull me into a plundering kiss. His hard length pressed against me, and I wrapped one hand around it as he intertwined the fingers of his other hand in mine.

“Not yet, wife.” With a tug, he pulled me back onto the bed. I expected him to settle me atop his length, but instead, he shimmied us until I was perched atop his chest, facing the headboard. “I’m not done feasting.”

“What are you—oh!” I shuddered as he grabbed my thighs and pulled me over his mouth. I had to grip the headboards to keep myself steady as he plunged his tongue between my legs.