I moan as his fingers tease up and down my pussy, sending pleasure rippling through me as I shiver for him. But still, there’s that lingering fury at having been left like this, even if it’s tangled up with a forbidden heat and thrill, I’m not sure I’m ready to open up to.
“You left me naked and tied up!” I spit. “
“Would you have run again if I hadn’t?”
I pause for one second, biting my lips before I square my jaw.
“Perhaps.”
Tor chuckles. “Well, there we are, little bird. And if I untie you now, will you run?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Tor growls at the words I immediately sass back at him. But when his hand delves back between my thighs and his fingers start to stroke my aching, slick cunt, I know damn well that I’m lying to myself. Because I know damn well that the answer is no, because he’s right. I’ve been dreaming about him since that first forbidden look, that moment of fear at Hamish and Una’s wedding when I came eye to eye with the most fearsome Viking alive. When he strode towards me, cupped my jaw, looked into my eyes, growled, and walked away, leaving me breathless. And then when he came for me after that, at Malcolm and Ailith’s wedding. When he… when he kissed me, and left me the necklace.
And ever since then—every. Single. Night. Since then, I’ve been wanting him.
All of him.
It’s a forbidden desire. A wicked heat. A sinful fantasy. But there’s no ignoring it, and I’m pretty sure he knows it, too.
“Two options, little bird.” he purrs deeply. “I could keep you tied up, so you can’t leave. Or,” he growls. “Or I give you a better reason to stay.”
“Like?” I whisper, my pulse roaring in my ears, my skin tingling as his hands tease and slide all over me.
“Like this.”
He twists my head around, and when his lips crush fiercely to mine, instantly, I know I’m lost. I kiss him back just as fiercely, moaning hungrily and deeply into his kiss, gasping as he breaks it to nibble his way down my neck. One big hand cups my breasts, squeezing them just enough to send heat to my core, and teasing my nipples until I’m shuddering for him. His other hand delves deep between my thighs, and when his fingers being to stroke up and down my lips, I tremble and moan, pressing myself back into him as his fingers drive me wild. Our tongues slide together, breathes mingling as I moan hungrily into his lips.
“My little Rhona,” he groans deeply, pulling away and nipping at my swollen bottom lip.
“Oh, my little goddess.”
His lips attack my neck, biting and sucking viciously until I’m moaning loudly and wantonly, aching for more from him.
…Aching for everything he wants to give me.
When he suddenly, pulls away and pushes me down, I cry out as I go tumbling forward. My cheek drops to the furs on his bed, my back arched, and my ass thrust high in the air. My arms are still tied and strung up towards the ceiling of the tent, and the thrill of being so bound like this for him has me moaning shamelessly for more. It has my body aching for it all.
It has my heart racing for whatever he wants to show me next.
I feel his breath on the small of my back, and I gasp quietly. His lips trail over my skin, teasing lower and lower. His kiss trails down over the soft curve of my bare ass, and when I feel his big hands grip me tight and spread me lewdly open for his hungry gaze, I blush fiercely even as the heat pools between my legs.
His wicked tongue drags over my cunt again, parting my soft folds as it delves deep inside. I cry out, pushing back into him as he tastes me, his tongue swirling over my clit before pushing back against my untouched opening. He licks higher and higher, making me squeal again as he swirls his tongue over my asshole. I cry out, panting and begging for more, like a whore. Like his whore. And not in a way that makes me feel used or anything, but in a way that makes me feel alive. Like being with him makes me let go of things like properness or being “good.”
I want to be bad for him. I want to be his dirty little toy. I want him to take every damn part of me, and I want him to do it now.
He tongues my pussy again and again, making me whimper and moan as I writhe for him. I’m so close too, and when he sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue across it, I shatter.
I cry out, the climax erupting through me like liquid fire as I strain against the ropes, screaming my pleasure into the furs of his bed. Tor just keeps tasting me too, licking me right through it as his big hands grip me tight, his fingers digging into my skin.