Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Her hand falters on me. For a moment, my heart sinks. I convince myself she isn't ready. Of course she isn't. Just a few short days ago, this world didn't even exist to her. And now I'm asking her not just for her heart and soul, but for her womb, too?
For a moment, I know shame. It cuts me to the bone.
And then her grip tightens on me and my gaze flies to hers.
"I want it inside me, Dax," she whispers, her eyes glowing. She clambers over me, straddling my thighs. "Now."
Who am I to deny a Valkyrie?
I grip her hips, dragging her higher. The heat of her center kisses the head of my cock and we both throw our heads back, crying out into the room. Gods alive. I might not survive the heat of her wrapped around me. But if I die, at least I'll have known what it means to be complete at least once in this life. At least I'll die in her arms.
A Fae can only hope to have such an easy death. Most Fae warriors die bloody. That's the fate woven into the tapestry for most of us. We accepted it long ago. But even those of us sworn to guard Valhalla still dream.
"Gods, bittesmå ljós," I growl, writhing as she grinds against me, slowly driving me mad. I halt her with my hands on her hips, lifting up to claim her lips in a wild kiss. "No more before you ruin me."
"That's the plan, Dax." She nips my bottom lip. "To ruin you."
I growl a warning, lifting her slightly to notch my cock at her entrance. "Perhaps I'll ruin you first, little Valkyrie."
"Do it," she breathes, as fearless now as ever. "Ruin us, Adaxiel."
"Come to me, elskan-ljós," I purr, sitting up slightly. I slip my hand into her hair. "Come to me."
She presses her lips to mine, accepting my kiss willingly. I drag her down on me, writhing in the sweetest torment as her body stretches to accommodate me. Gods have mercy…
"Rissa," I groan, unsure where my pleasure ends and hers begins. If there's pain for her, I can't find it in the sea of sensation ripping through us. I don't think she can, either. She shakes on top of me, her mouth open wide, her eyes glossy.
"Dax. Oh, God, Dax." Her nails dig into my shoulders, shredding my skin as she drags herself down on top of me, eagerly taking more. It's as if she can't stop herself now that she's started.
I grip her hips, trying to slow her down when I feel her barrier, but she clenches her inner muscles as if she knows what I'm doing. My control slips. I jerk my hips without intending to do so.
We both gasp as her barrier gives way.
"You did that on purpose," I growl, biting her bottom lip.
"Ja," she whispers, writhing on top of me. "I'm not delicate, Dax. Don't treat me like I am."
Nei, she isn't delicate. She's fiercer than any warrior I've ever met. I've known fully trained warriors who would have broken in the face of so such overwhelming odds last night. Not Rissa. She didn't waver.
"Are you all right, elskan-ljós?"
"Perfect," she promises. "So perfect, Dax."
"Then move with me, little warrior." I lift her an inch and drop her, showing her how to fuck. She moans, those little claws digging into my shoulders again. I lick and kiss her neck as she rocks her hips, searching for a rhythm more instinctive than breathing.
It takes only moments for her to find it. She uses her grip on my shoulders to balance herself as she lifts herself up and drops back down on me. Pleasure blasts down the bridge connecting us every time her bottom lands against my thighs. Hers. Mine. I hardly know.
I flip her backward, following her over. Desperate to be the one who drives her crazy now. She mewls as I drag her leg up over my hip, opening her to me. I attack her breasts with lips and teeth and tongue, using everything at my disposal to make this little Valkyrie sing as I pound into her, fucking her over and over.
She comes apart around me, crying out my name. I growl and go harder, deeper, no longer afraid of hurting her or taking too much. I cannot. She was made for me, the same I was made for her. I pour myself into her, fucking into her again and then again.
Her voice breaks as I flip her onto her stomach, taking her from behind. It's deeper this way. She's more obedient this way. I stare at the way I disappear into her, spellbound.
"I look good covered in you, Valkyrie," I tell her, sinking my hand into her hair to crane her head back. My lips come down on hers in a punishing kiss. "You look good taking me."