his grand entrance. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as he bars the door, then strips out of his clothes before he turns to me. His lips turn up into a smile at the sight of me.
“If you would allow slaves to tend you, then your hair could already be washed,” he murmurs as he sinks down behind me in the tub.
“It could,” I agree. “But then you would not be the one to wash it, Konungr.”
He hums, touching his lips to the top of my head. “Já, Liv. That is true, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
We wash one another, it takes longer than it should. Aaric’s hands touch every inch of my body, but in the end, his palms cup my belly.
“It is changing,” he rasps. I don’t respond, unsure that I want to hear about how my body is basically getting fat. His mouth touches the side of my neck, tasting my skin there. “It is beautiful, Liv.”
Closing my eyes, I wonder if it is indeed beautiful or if he feels obligated to say it since it’s his baby growing inside of me? I don’t ask him that though, he wouldn’t tell me truthfully anyway. But then again, maybe he would. Aaric has never been one to give me sweet, sugary words.
“What happens when we find Sybilla and her husband?” I ask.
He hums. His hand moving softly against my belly. The water is cool, my hair is wet and I’m cold, but it doesn’t matter. Being wrapped in his arms is my most favorite place in the entire world, this one and my own.
“We will talk to them. See if they know anything about the prophecy. We will ensure that she has not been harmed by the man you just sent down to Wylo.”
Nodding once, I turn my head and touch my lips to the underside of his jaw. “You’re going to have to teach me about all of your gods, Aaric. I am completely lost,” I admit.
His hand leaves my belly, slowly sliding between my legs, his fingers begin to play and he lets out a grunt. Lifting my hips, I have no shame. I need his touch, need to feel what only he can make me feel.
My thighs tremble, lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck as I accept the pleasure that he can give me. Letting out a shaky breath, I spread my legs wider, letting my calves and feet hang off the side.
“Liv,” he rumbles.
“Please,” I sigh through panting breaths.
He does what I’ve begged him to do. He touches me in just the way that I need, just the way that only he can and I come, hard. My entire body goes limp, I sink farther into the cool water and although it is cold, it still doesn’t bother me because this man is wrapped around me.
A few moments later, Aaric shifts behind me. He climbs out of the tub, then bends down and picks me up. Silently, both of us dripping, he carries me over to his bed of furs. I expect him to toss me on the furs, but he doesn’t. Instead, he tugs them backward, then slowly sets me down.
Sliding my hands through his beard, I look into his light blue eyes. “How did I get this lucky?”
“You didn’t,” he rasps. “I did.”
His head slants to the side, his lips touch mine and his tongue greedily invades me. Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist. He hums, reaching between us and repositions one of my legs so that my shin is pressed against the side of his ribcage. I do the same voluntarily with the other.
Immediately, he slowly sinks inside of me. His move is deliberate, slow, and when he finally roots himself deep inside of me, he lets out a sigh. “Liv,” he grunts, his lips touching mine.
Aaric surrounds me, his tongue invades me and slowly he moves within me. This is the man that I was meant to be with, the man who fills my body inside out with every emotion known to man.
He grunts against my lips, slowly breaking the kiss as he lifts his head slightly to look into my eyes. “I want to see it, Liv,” he rasps.
“See it?”
Aaric hums. “Já, víf. I want to see you ignite.”
It’s as if he has commanded my climax, it’s ripped from me. I come, my eyes focused on his. He grins, his hands gripping the bedding next to my head. The glowing