Chapter 14
Kirsten was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by his touch. She no longer cared that she'd known this warrior only a short time. He had remained at her side, guarding her. Consoling her when she'd realized that Alarr would never want her.
And he seemed to recognize the part of her she'd kept hidden from the rest of the world, the reckless side that wanted to fight. He had never tried to subdue her nature or push her away. No, he had allowed her to train alongside him. Last night, he had even continued her training, giving her the skills to defend herself.
She liked him far more than she'd ever imagined. The thought of him leaving to fight, or worse, of losing him to the raiders…it broke something inside her. Before he left, she wanted to give him a part of herself, and perhaps then he would return.
Kirsten removed the rest of her gown, offering herself to this man. He was her choice, and she had faith that he would only touch her with tenderness, never force. He kissed her gently, his mouth traveling down her stomach until she sensed what he was about to do.
Her body broke out in shivers with anticipation as he parted her legs and lifted her hips. "Jorund, you don't have to—"
In answer, his mouth moved to her inner thigh, nearly scalding her with heat. "I want to, Kirsten. More than I want anything else, I want to pleasure you."
And she bit back a cry when his mouth moved to her intimately. Her body went into shock, as the fierce needs erupted within her. She gripped the pallet, unable to breathe as he feasted upon her flesh. The rhythmic pressure of his tongue sent her over the edge, and she could hardly gather a single thought as the feelings coursed through her.
Her body was as pliant as melted wax, but she wanted him to feel the same way. She reached for the ties of his leggings, but he stopped her a moment.
"Is this what you want, Kirsten?"
"Yes," she breathed. She helped him remove the rest of his clothes and then drew his naked body atop hers. "I want you to remember this. And when you fight, know that you are fighting to come back to me."
He moved to her slick entrance, and she helped guide him inside. Though it hurt a little, she welcomed his body. He eased in, a little at a time, thrusting with the slightest pressure so as not to hurt her. And her body welcomed him, easing against his hard length, until he was embedded inside.
Her gaze locked with his as he began to thrust. It took a moment to find the rhythm, but she found that after a time, it no longer hurt. Each invasion started to bring back the earlier sensations of pleasure, and she started to meet him, lifting her hips with each penetration.
"I will come back," he murmured against her throat before he captured her breast in his mouth again. A bolt of sensation flooded through her, and she gloried in the touch. He pressed her higher and higher, until at last, she convulsed beneath him and he took his own release. She saw his face transform, his body claiming hers, as he shuddered above her.
And though she had no regrets about what she had done, her greatest worry was that he would be unable to keep that promise.
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