But as I looked down at my sweet, beautiful wife, I realized she saw me. She really saw who I was, and she still accepted me. Prima still wanted me. She forgave me, and that had my body shattering with unchecked emotions. Never had anyone given me a chance. Never had anyone looked me in the eye and told me it was okay.
She’s done that and more.
I would give her my life. I will give her the world.
I couldn’t stop thinking about touching her with my lips and tongue. She looked so tiny upon the furs, the sleeping platform massive to accommodate my large frame. But my Prima was delicate and fragile, and that protective side of me where she was concerned surged in me so violently I knew that if anyone ever tried to hurt her, I’d take their life as easily as taking my next steps.
I took off my tunic, leaving my leathers on because it was safest. Tonight wasn’t about me. For once I wouldn’t be selfish—the first step in making sure that I did right by my woman.
I loved the way her gaze roamed across my exposed flesh, how her pupils dilated from her pleasure, how a soft sound left her parted lips as if she had no control. She liked what she saw, despite the scars that littered my chest and the violence that no doubt covered me completely. She still wanted me.
I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her completely.
And when I reached out, I was shocked to see my hand shook. Never in my life had I felt any kind of nervousness, no fear of what I was doing. You couldn't if you wanted to survive. The only anticipation I was familiar with was the kind I experienced right before war. But this rush of adrenaline as I pulled open the bodice of Prima’s gown even more, exposing more of her creamy flesh, told me that she was my greatest weakness… and my greatest strength.
“Touch me,” she whispered, and I found myself sliding my hands over her thin arms before gripping her wrists and lifting them above her head. I gently held them there for a moment, staring into her eyes, needing her to understand that I wanted—needed—this control.
And when she arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, I groaned, knowing that if I didn’t control myself, this would be over before it started. And I planned on hearing her cries of pleasure all night long.
I cupped her breasts in my massive hands, the mounds now seeming small in comparison. I thrummed my thumbs along the stiff peaks, marveling at how they tightened even further, my arousal fierce at hearing the pleasured sounds leaving her. The little gasp of need that came from her mouth fueled me on. And although I was a bad man by nature, going headlong and not second-guessing myself, I found that with Prima, I was… unsure of my next steps.
It had been far too long since I’d been with a woman. Well before I became the ruler of Kaldir. But having a female warm my furs hadn’t been a priority. Surviving was. Becoming stronger was.
No longer becoming a victim was my priority.
But as I cupped my wife’s breasts, my body felt like it was on fire, my cock throbbing and my balls drawn up tight. And for the first time in my life, I realized what my real priority was. And that was the innocent female giving herself to a warlord.
“I need to taste you,” I murmured low and didn’t stop myself from dipping my head and drawing a stiff nipple into my mouth. She gasped, her hands going into my hair, pulling at the strands. I growled low as that slight sting had my desire ratcheting up higher.
I took her wrists again, placing them above her head, making another deep sound to let her know that’s where she had to keep them. Tonight, I would pleasure her until she saw the halls of Valhalla. I’d make her so weak from the numerous orgasms I gave her that all she could do was let me hold her all night long as she slept, blissfully stated.
I dragged my tongue across a stiff peak, her flavor like nothing I’d ever tasted before. I would surely become addicted to her. She was sweet and soft. Oh so soft. Where I was hardened and calloused, scarred and rough, my sweet Prima’s skin was like silk. She was warm and lush, and all I wanted to do was get lost in her.
I alternated between her tits, sucking on her nipple as I kneaded the other one. I moved back and forth for so long she started writhing under me, begging for more. Her voice was breathless, but there was no denying my woman was ready for anything I had to give her.