“You said you’d come whenever I call for you,” I croak between cracked lips. “You said you’d come.” My shoulders start shaking from my heated emotions. “But where are you now, Iversen? Huh?” I call, shouting at the clear sky. “Damn you Iversen Nox!”
A scream explodes from my lips when a hand shoots out from the ground, grabbing my ankle and I flood with fear. What the hell is that? Kicking, I try to get the hand to let go but it refuses and I fall on my butt, screaming and kicking and struggling and I feel myself turn white in the face when another hand shoots out.
Oh fuck...!
This is not happening, this is not happening...the come to life corpse digs through the earth, reaching for the surface and an ear-piercing sound assaults my ears. It takes me a while to realize the sound is me screaming and I clumsily get up. With my heart in my throat and my hair whipping on my back, I run through the cemetery praying the “zombie” or whatever it is won’t catch me.
Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I scream when the “thing” starts chasing me. It’s big and wide and covered in dirt and I was right.
It is a zombie!
“Valkyrie!” the zombie bellows and I freeze.
How does it know my name?
Freezing, I slow down my pace and let out a cry when I get tackled, dragged across the ground and my fingers rake through the earth. “Not even death keeps me from you,” the zombie growls gutturally. “Not even death.”
Whoaaa....
“I...Iversen?” I stutter in shock and he roughly turns me around and I stare into a pair of pale eyes. The most glorious eyes on earth and I start sobbing. “I thought you’d left me.”
Questions swim in my mind. What happened, why was he underground but Iversen doesn’t seem to be in the mood for talking and it’s only now that I realize he’s fully naked. And aroused. Crazy, crazy aroused and I gulp. Iversen doesn’t notice, his eyes glazing over as if he’s forgotten how innocent I am and he’s nothing but pure hunger.
Cupping my neck, he slants his lips over mine, his need for me spiking my veins and I flood with relief. He wants me. He wants me somuch.
“I’ll never leave you,” he snarls against my trembling lips, “I’ll always hold on. With all of my strength, with all of my heart.” Shuddering, he abruptly pulls my dress down and starts feasting on my breasts, groaning and moaning and his eyes roll back in his head.
I pant, feeling strange and tender between my legs, my body swelling, pulse racing and it feels like I’m levitating. “How can you make me feel like this?” I cry, tearing at his hair because my body is about to set itself on fire.
“Because I’m your male,” Iversen rasps between mouthfuls of breast and he gives my hip a possessive squeeze, “only I can make you feel this way. Nobody else.”
“Nobody e...else,” I stutter, recoiling a little at the intense look in his eyes before they warm, turning soft and gentle and he moves down my body while simultaneously, pulling my dress up but I’m too coy and pull it back down. He lets out a low chuckle that quickly turns into a growl and then my panties rip and he’s lashing his tongue against my, my...
“Oh, what are you doing to my flower?” I cry and he growls,
“Plucking your petals, baby. You don’t mind, do you?”
My face heats and I bury it in my hands, my body arching and rolling the fiercer he kisses me. I’m so distraught that when I look down at him, seeing his face between my legs, seeing that peaceful and possessive expression he wears, I let out a whimper and throw my skirt over his head to be able to endure.
His head moves under the fabric, the motions searching, toying and I gasp when he lifts my hips. I pant when he thrusts with his tongue, licking and biting and my legs shiver. He’s forcing me to stay in place simply by assaulting me with pleasure and I can’t even wriggle. Overwhelmed by his ruthless treatment, I yank at his hair, trying to milden the pressure but he brushes me off.
“Behave,” he growls and I whimper. “Don’t interrupt me when I’m having a moment with your pussy.”
He presses his face so intimately that there’s no space between my femininity and him and I melt, convulsing so hard it feels like I’m about to crack my spine. “Take what’s yours,” I cry. “Please...”
My plead for him to take my innocence, fires him up and he lets out an outdrawn snarl, grinding his mouth all over my center before freeing me from my dress and there I am. Completely naked in front of a male who’s not yet my husband but it doesn’t matter. He’s more.
He’s the only love I’ve ever known.
“I’ll be taking you, don’t you worry. But baby, don’t come crying to me when you beg for mercy,” Iversen growls, gulping me down and I scream.
CHAPTER NINE
Iversen
I growl as she explodes against my mouth, my eyes rolling back in my head as her curvy hips buck. She’s so damn curvy. So soft and giving and generous with her little body and I want to howl to the moon in gratitude. Panting, she pulsates, the impacts of her orgasm affecting her so much she barely notices what I’m doing, until she gets up on her elbows and looks down at me. She gasps, shocked at her own wetness.
I fondle her and she arches her neck, struggling to keep herself upright until she can’t no more and her arms give me. “Mmm, you make me feel so good,” she whimpers then jerks when I stretch her with my fingers to make room for my cock and her eyes flicker. “Should you really be doing t...that?” she stutters.