Eager to taste more of her, he moved to her one breast and, after raining kisses over it, took her nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue across it.
Wintra moaned with pleasure. She had never thought making love would be so wonderful, or that it got better each time. Another quiver ran through her when Torr moved to her other breast, and she eagerly ran her hands over his back, indulging in the strength that rippled through his taut muscles.
She sighed with frustration when his mouth left her breast, though when he kissed down along her stomach and moved even lower, she thought she would die from the pleasure that shot threw her. The thought struck her then and she knew she had to do it. It would help erase a bad memory and besides, she truly wanted to taste him and see for herself how it felt.
She tugged on him and when he looked up, she said, “I wish to taste you this time.”
“Are you sure?” he asked never having expected to hear that from her.
She nodded and eagerly pushed him back on the bed.
He watched as she took him, without hesitation, into her mouth and dropped his head back when after a few moments her sweet, innocent licks turned hungry. As much as he would have loved her to go on and on, he knew he would never last and he wanted to be inside her when he came.
He quickly reached down, grabbed her and turned her flat on her back, and then he moved over her, spreading her legs with his knee and bracing his hands on either side of her head.
She grabbed hold of his arms, the muscles tense, and she whispered, “I need you so badly.”
That was all Torr needed to hear, he entered her fast and hard, and he didn’t hold back.
She cried out in sheer pleasure and matched his thrusts. They were soon lost in the passion that consumed their souls.
“Torr,” she said on a long sigh.
“Surrender to me,” he urged.
And she did, crying out his name the intense sensation penetrated and consumed every inch of her. After the initial burst, the sensation rippled through her, fading as it went, and she squeezed every part of her body trying to hold on the very last vestige of it.
Torr’s climax hit new heights when he felt Wintra squeeze him tight. It was almost as if she had locked him inside her, and damn if it didn’t feel great.
Wintra felt a sense of loss when he slipped out of her, though she was grateful that as he rolled off her, he hooked his hand on her shoulder and took her with him to rest against his side.
“I do not like being apart from you,” he said, his breath still a bit labored. “I like you close—very close.” He hugged her tighter against his side as if proving he could not get her close enough.
“I like the feel of you inside me,” she said.
He grinned. “Then I will be inside you often.”
The flames in the hearth crackled and flickered high for a moment highlighting Torr’s scar making it appear so much worse than it actually was. Wintra could not help but wonder how he had gotten it. He must have suffered terrible pain and her heart ached for what he must have gone through. Without thinking, she raised her hand to gently run her finger along the scar he would carry for the remainder of his days.
He stiffened, but it did not stop her. She wanted him to know that it did not bother her and never would, though she was curious as to how he got it, and of course the question fell from her lips as soon as she thought of it. “How did this happen?”
Torr hesitated. Many were curious about the scar, but few dared to ask. It was as if the offending mark warned of his status as a fierce fighter. If he could survive such an ordeal, then he was a man to avoid. Dawn, though, had been different. She hadn’t avoided him and she had suggested that he speak with Elsa the healer that perhaps she could help him. He had done that already, at Dawn’s request, and Elsa had given him a salve to apply to the scar, not that it would erase the scar, but it would ease the appearance over time.
“Your scar does not offend me. It is part of who you are,” she said when he did not answer. “Please tell me, I want to know.”
“We have just made love. Now is not the time to discuss such a matter.”
“You told me that there isn’t anything I cannot discuss with you,” she said and waited, hoping he would tell her.
He rarely spoke of it. The nightmare of what had happened was bad enough, but it was who had been the cause that he feared would upset her, though she would come to find out eventually. And since he had told her to ask anything of him, then he had to be willing to give her an answer. “I was hunting in the woods near my home when I heard a woman’s screams.” He stopped a moment. “This is not a pretty tale. Are you sure you want to hear it?”