I don’t register the way he flips me over onto my stomach, or the way his fingers grip my hips and roughly tugs them back, but when he does, he fills me in one swift move. My arms are like Jell-O, I’m unable to hold my upper body up as he slams inside of me.
Letting out a hum, I tilt my hips up so that he has easier access. He must approve of the move because he lets out another growl, his fingers digging into my hips even harder. I’m going to be a bruised up mess tomorrow, but I don’t think that I care, not if it feels this good.
That fire, it starts to build again. Being with Aaric, it doesn’t feel like any sex I’ve ever had before. It’s more intense, but the sensations inside of me, they are almost painful as I climb toward my release.
Reaching between us, I find my clit with my fingers. I reach a little farther back, making sure to graze his balls. His breath hitches, so I do it again. His thrusts start to become more erratic and I know that he’s close. Shifting my fingers toward my clit, I know that I don’t have long before he comes.
I touch myself, rubbing my clit as my hips buck and jerk, all while Aaric fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Pinching my eyes closed, the fire burns even hotter. My teeth gnash together as I try to fight off the pain, searching for the pleasure that I know will soon follow.
When it almost becomes too much, only then do I feel my body fill with relief as I let out a cry of pleasure and I finally come. Aaric stills, his cock buried deep inside of me and for the third time since I’ve known him, he comes deep inside of my body.
The repercussions of having unprotected sex with a stranger who probably is a psycho that kidnapped me are beyond my scope right now. In fact, I decide to be completely fucking ignorant to everything happening around me, mainly because this feels so damn good—too good to be wrong.
I wait for him to pull out of me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lowers us down, his cock still buried inside of me. His lips skim my shoulder, the side of my neck, and the shell of my ear.
“Hvíla,” he rasps.
His body is heavy against mine, but it isn’t an unwelcome feeling. Closing my eyes, I let out a breathy sigh and I do exactly what he’s instructed me to do, something I’ve deducted means sleep.
“Just to say,” I whisper. “I know you can’t understand me, but Jesus, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve had many, I haven’t. Just a couple, but they really weren’t that good and just your fingers and dick are fucking amazing,” I babble.
“Hvíla,” he repeats sounding much less sweet and a little more annoyed.
“I just want to say one more thing. This could be some weird-ass kidnapping shit, but at least right now, I’m seriously okay with that and I know that I shouldn’t be. I should be terrified,” I breathe.
He doesn’t say anything else, so I pinch my eyes closed and attempt to force my body to sleep, to relax. Aaric is so quiet and still that I think he’s fallen asleep himself.
“Liv, minn,” he rasps, his lips touching my shoulder again.
I hum. “Aaric, minn,” I proclaim.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything else. I feel his heavy breaths against my back a few minutes later and I know that he’s fallen asleep. He’s heavy against my body, his softening dick still inside of me, and I’m sure that this should be all kinds of uncomfortable, but it isn’t. Once again, it feels really, really, right.
Tomorrow, I’ll probably wake up in my bed in New York and all of this will be over. It really is probably just a crazy fucking dream, but for the moment, I welcome everything, every single piece of what has transpired tonight.
I’m almost asleep when I feel Aaric shift off of me. I think that he’s rolling over to his side of the bed, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gathers me in his arms, fitting his dick between my ass cheeks, his thigh between mine, and his hand comfortably gripping my breast.
“Minn,” he rumbles on a sigh.
As freaky as it is, my entire body relaxes. I let out a sigh and I fall asleep smiling, probably for the first time since I was a girl.
AARIC
I hear the Gnu, sparrow hawk screech. The obnoxious sound means that it is almost sunrise. Sitting up, the furs fall from my chest. I try not to move too much, wishing to allow Liv to rest a bit more before we put camp away and head back toward Strïth, my warship.
Grabbing my pants and boots, I slide out of bed and quietly make my way toward the exit of the tent. There is little movement in camp. The cooks are preparing the meal to break our fast, there are a few people beginning to wake up, so I hurry toward the stream to bathe.
Viggo neighs as I approach him. Lifting my hand, I run my palm down his flank. “Good morn, boy,” I murmur. “We leave for home today, you will be happy to be back in Wolfjour Ail, won’t you?”
He doesn’t answer, naturally, he is a beast after all. Grabbing a cake to wash with, I drape my pants over his back and set my boots next to him. Turning toward the small shore, I ease my way into the frigid water.
I wash quickly, wishing that we were back home already so that I could bathe in my hot spring. I imagine taking Liv to my private spring, washing her body in between worshiping her body. I’ve never been one who worships a woman. Enjoyed them, given them pleasure? Sure, but worshiped? Never.
It doesn’t take me long to wash the dirt, blood and mud from my body and hair. Shaking off like a wild dog, I exit the water and head toward Viggo. He neighs again as I approach. I can feel her eyes on me even though she has approached quietly, trying to be a stealthy feline.
“Liv,” I grunt, knowing that it is the only word that I can say she understands.
She clears her throat before peering around Viggo. “Aaric,” she purrs, her voice so incredibly seductive that I find myself wanting her all over again, as if I didn’t take her just hours ago between the furs of our bed.
Holding out my hand, I stand naked and wait for her to come to me. She’s wrapped in the fur that I gave her last night, and I watch as she makes her way toward me.
She lifts her hand, her fingers touching the center of my chest that is still wet with droplets of water. Then, she lifts her hand and points toward the water before she waves her fingers down her body.
“Lauga,” I say as I place the cake in her hand.
Liv tips her head down to look at her hand, then lifts her face to meet mine wearing a big smile. “Soap. Thank you, Aaric.”
Her words are so sharp, I don’t understand them, but I can tell that she is appreciative of the cake. Jerking my chin behind me, I decide to wait until she cleans up, making sure that nobody disrupts her, at least that’s what I tell myself. It’s to keep her safe and no way whatsoever to watch her beautiful body wet with the river’s cold water.
As soon as I turn around, I hear her hiss as her toes touch the water. She turns back to me, her eyes wide. Lifting my hand, I make a forward motion to urge her to keep going and make her way into the rest of the water.
“It’s cold,” she shouts.
My lips twitch into a smile and I motion my hands again. She lifts her arms, wrapping them around her chest and rubs them up and down as she makes a show of shivering.
Ah, she is telling me that the water is frigid. It is, she is correct, but she must know that river water is always this way when you are traveling and do not have a tub to bring warm water to. I shake my head, then shrug a shoulder to show that it matters not.