Chapter 14: Chapter 14

KENDRA

I looked up at him, sure I would see pity in his eyes. Instead, there was anger mixed with pride.

“You are strong as well as beautiful,” he said. “I would like nothing more than to slit your brother’s neck—and mark me, I will if given the chance—but you are extraordinary.”

I was overwhelmed with emotions, but when I met his gaze, I saw a spark of admiration that made me feel like the most important person in the world. And, more than anything else at that moment, I craved the sensation of being cherished. I took a step back to take him in.

His dark hair was slicked back, still wet from the water, droplets trickling down his face and chest. Loose strands clung to him, glistening in the dim light. His hair was cut short underneath, and his dark beard framed his chiseled jaw.

His arms were thick and veiny, muscles rippling. His chest was hard, his stomach rippled, and his legs were large. I tried not to look, but I did. His cock was huge and rock-hard, the tip glistening. It throbbed as if it knew I was looking. I watched his chest rise and fall, giving me goosebumps.

I swallowed hard, trying not to stare. My heart raced and my mind scrambled for words. Looking up at him, I did the only thing I could. I ran my fingers up his chest to his hair, pulling him down to me. With one arm around his neck and the other hand in his hair, my lips crashed into his.

He cupped my breast in one hand and the other around my throat, kissing me back fiercely. I opened my mouth, allowing his hot, thick tongue to explore. It crashed against mine like waves, sending me deeper into a storm of pleasure.

I slowly lowered my back onto the fur-covered floor. While I still held him by his hair, he tugged my dress up, licking and sucking on my thigh. I jolted, a wave of heat coursing through my body. I moaned loudly, “Fjorn!”

Pulling back to smile at me, he quickly removed my dress, pushing me back down with his hand on my stomach. He kissed and sucked on my thigh, moving higher and higher until I felt like I couldn’t breathe; then he moved to the other leg.

I was shaking and moaning. With each kiss, my moans of appreciation got louder. “If you don’t keep quiet, I’ll have to fill that mouth of yours,” he said, biting my thigh.

A deep blush spread across my face. I covered my mouth with both hands. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, I felt his breath on my clit. I tried to squirm away, but it was futile. “Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?” he asked, spreading my lower lips apart.

“Please don’t,” I said, shaking and trembling under his mouth.

He leaned back and looked up at me, concern in his eyes. “You want me to stop?”

I nodded, and then immediately shook my head. “I don’t know!” I cried. “I’ve never done this before!”

His brows lowered in confusion. “You said you were married.”

I nodded. “I was. But he never touched me. I was his fourth wife. I only cooked and cleaned.”

“Will you trust me?” he asked, his eyes looking deep into mine.

I nodded, and he raised up to kiss my mouth before lowering himself again. I felt the whisper of his breath and then, with his tongue flat on my clit, he ground into me, slow and hard. Every muscle in my body tightened, and I felt a warm liquid spill out of me. Panting, I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. I felt the heat of his tongue again, and I shot up to stop him.

His hands gripped my outer thighs tightly, his mouth buried deep in my core, but his deep green eyes stared right at me. With another lick, I was lying back. Each lick pushed me closer to a feeling I craved. His tongue slipped lower, entering me.

He scooped out the warm liquid with his tongue, dragging it against the top of my pussy, slowly flicking my g-spot. Again and again, drinking me up. I gripped the furs beneath me until my knuckles turned white.

“Fuck, Fjorn!” I yelled, gasping for air.

Leaning up, he licked his lips. In a deep, husky voice, he said, “MINE!” slipping a finger deep inside me. Leaning up from the shock, he met me halfway. He looked like a rabid wolf, watching my every move.

His thick finger slid in and out of me, and I shuddered. He placed his hand over my mouth before adding another finger, stretching me a little more. I groaned under the pressure. Removing his hand, he let out another deep growl that sounded like a wild beast. “Tell me who this belongs to!”

“You!” I moaned.

“Who?” he groaned.

“Fjorn!” I cried.

“Good girl,” he said, pushing in a third finger. My body tightened around them, and my cum spilled out, leaving me shaking and limp. I felt him push the head of his cock to my opening, and with a long, hard thrust, he was inside me. I dug my nails into his arms and gasped. He stilled while I got used to his girth and leaned down, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it.

With slow, shallow thrusts, he stretched me. Breathing heavily on my neck, he whispered in my ear, “You’re so tight, it’s strangling my cock. God, you feel so good.” His moans mixed with mine as he thrust harder into me.

“Deeper!” I moaned, the initial pain forgotten.

He slammed into me, the sound of our skin slapping together mixing with the heavy moans in the air. Rolling over, he pulled me on top of him, positioning his head at my entrance again. “I’ll go slow,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

Pushing myself down on him, taking him in completely, my head fell back.

“Oh fuck, baby!” he moaned. I could feel his cock twitching deep inside me. He grabbed my hips, moving me wildly, grinding my clit into him. I could feel the muscles in my pussy tighten around his cock. He groaned as my juices ran down him. After a few more strokes, I felt his hot, thick cum fill me up.

I collapsed onto his chest, panting. He placed his hand on my back, kissing my head. “Good girl.” As I lay there, sticky and exhausted, he pulled out of me. Covering us with fur, he nestled me to his side. My eyes grew heavy. I couldn’t keep them open any longer, and I drifted off to sleep in his arms.