“Are you sure?” he growls.
Lifting my hand, I place it on his cheek, feeling the heat from his skin running up my arm.
“I’m sure.”
His eyes are so intense, and I can see the uncertainty on his face as he looks down at me. Sliding my fingers up his neck, I pull his head down until his lips are touching mine. “I’m sure,” I murmur again.
The passion he unleashes leaves me gasping for breath. He walks us into the room, and I only realize it when he is laying me down on the bed. His hands slide up my torso, pulling my T-shirt off in the process. “I’ve been imagining this since the day I met you.”
My hands lower to the band of my tights, pulling them down as he unzips his jeans. His eyes watch every move I make, running over my body like a scorching beam, branding every inch as his. When he takes a step towards the bed, I’m sitting there in my panties and nothing else. My eyes run over his beautiful body, the tattoos are hypnotizing as I look down over his chest and torso until I get to his waist. My eyes widen when I see that he has a piercing on his penis.
Oh my word, the man looks like he was made for sex.
“Umm, won’t that hurt if… umm… you know?”
He looks down at himself. His hand slides around his well-endowed piece, sliding it up and down a few times. The movement is more erotic than anything I have ever seen.
I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs as I watch him. “You mean if you do this?” he asks in a deep, passion-filled voice. The drop of wetness at the tip is like a hypnotic crystal holding my gaze. My tongue flickers out to moisten my lips.
“You want me, don’t you?” he asks, taking a step closer.
I nod, not being able to speak through the knot in my throat. I want this man more than I thought it was possible to ever want anyone like this. I have only had sex with two other men before, and both those men didn’t make me weak at the knees like Eirik does with a simple look.
He places his knee on the bed, leaning slightly forward as he picks up my hand, placing it where his hand was a moment ago, making me stroke his impressive girth. I am fascinated with the twinkling of the piercing every time my hand strokes back. His muscles are straining as he lets me get acquainted with his body. Lifting my eyes, I meet his intense gaze, his eyes slightly close with passion, his lips parted as he enjoys every stroke.
“Lay back.” His voice is low and laced with passion. With a promise of things to come.
I reluctantly let go of him and stretch out.
His eyes travel over my body, slowly making sure to familiarize himself with every beauty spot, every dent, and cranny. “You are beautiful.” His words boost my confidence, and the evidence of his erect penis confirms he’s telling the truth.
He leans down to stroke the tips of his fingers around my stomach and up to my nipples that are erect with desire. My skin is sensitive to his touch, and then he suddenly flicks his tongue over the sensitive nub which has me gasping at the flash of desire that shoots through my body.
“Kiss me,” I murmur, needing his lips on me.
He smiles knowingly as he bends over me, his lips hovering an inch above mine. “You’re a passionate little thing, aren’t you?”
I’m about to answer him when his lips touch down on mine. First lightly and then more intensely. A feeling of rightness surrounds me in its embrace. This whole mating business could be what is igniting the fervour I feel for this man, but only a dead woman wouldn’t find him desirable, or want to be possessed by someone like him. With his intense magnetism that draws you in.
His hands roam my body. Feeling its firmness, his fingers slide over my skin like a feather, igniting my senses. His kiss is all-consuming as our tongues dance to a rhythm older than time. I feel like my body is more alive at this moment than it has ever been in my whole life.
“Eirik,” I whisper as he moves to kiss my neck. His warm breath has goosebumps raising across my skin. His teeth nip at my shoulder just as I feel a tug on my panties. The ripping sound so loud in the silence of the room. He raises up on his knees, pulling at what’s left of the blue panties I was wearing and dropping them on the bed next to me.
“Mine!” The growled word is said in a deep no nonsense tone that leaves no doubt in my mind that he completely accepts it. His hand runs up my calf to my thigh, and then he is touching me deeply with the pads of his fingers, rubbing gently at my very core, igniting a turbulent wave of desire that has me wanting more.
He slides one of his fingers deep within my body, feeling my readiness, feeling the beckoning of my body for his. His eyes never leave my face, drinking every expression, every murmur of pleasure that he is wringing out of me.
I don’t know how long he tortures me with the expectation of our union before he is slotting himself between my knees, his face a mirror of raw passion, intense and all consuming. When I feel the tip of his cock sliding over my folds, the coldness of his piercing is a contrast to the scolding heat that our two bodies are radiating.
I close my eyes, my torso rising as he slides slowly and so deeply inside me. My hands grab the duvet, clasping at it as a false sense of safety. The things his body is making me feel have me scared that I will shatter into a million pieces and never be able to be put back together again if I don’t hold on with all my might.
“Look… at… me!” he orders with each thrust of his body.
Opening my eyes, I am caught in his gaze, his intense desire there for me to see. “Now and forever, Siena.”
His words are a promise that he seals as he joins his lips with mine. His body still thrusting and retreating with hard deep thrusts, building up the tremors that have started deep within my very core.
“Eirik!” I gasp as I feel the deluge of emotions, of unbridled lust, overwhelm every fibre of my being. “Eir… ik! I scream as the control I was trying to hold on to vanishes, and in its place is a wild, uncontrolled avalanche of feelings.