down, to force me to earn my way back between her legs, into her soul, her heart, and her body. Hillevi surprises me, as she so often has since I’ve met her.
“Yes, Quest. I believe that we can begin anew.”
Chapter Three
QUEST
I do not question her.
I do not stop her either.
She rises to her toes and her lips touch mine.
I do not send her away.
Instead, one of my hands slides up her waist, my fingers twisting in her hair. My other hand glides down to her plump rear and I grab ahold of her there, picking her feet from the floor before I turn our bodies around and head toward the bed.
She whimpers against my mouth. When I slip my tongue inside of her, thrusting it into her mouth, I can’t hold back my own moan as the scent of her desire fills my nostrils.
Setting her down on her feet at the side of her bed, I break the kiss slowly. I ache to be inside of her, my body will not be able to hold off for long. All I want is to be home within my fated mate.
She doesn’t know that although my people play with others physically, we only hold one single fated mate. I knew that she was mine the moment I stumbled upon her in the woods all those years ago.
Turning her around, I quickly unfasten her dress. It is a surprise to me that I can work the buttons so effortlessly after so many years. “Quest,” she breathes.
I hum, dragging the dress all the way to the floor. She is in her undergarment dress, and I grin at the sight of her skin through the fabric. The crevice of her backside, hiding an entrance of her body that I very much enjoy, one that I have only taken from her once.
“No, Quest. Not until I trust you completely again,” she whispers.
Touching my lips to the base of her neck, I nip the skin there. “You will, Hillevi. I swear it.”
She removes her own undergarment dress, exposing her naked flesh to me. Slowly, she turns around to face me. She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine before her lips turn up into a soft smile.
“I need you, Quest. It has been too long since you have touched me.”
“Já, I feel the same,” I rasp.
HILLEVI
Quest’s rough hands wrap around my hips and slowly slide up my waist, cupping my breasts. When his thumbs slide across my hardened nipples, my head falls back and I let out a long moan.
It seems as though it has been a lifetime since I’ve felt a man’s touch. As if I was possibly even a different person when I was last in Quest’s arms. He dips his head, cupping the bottom of my breast before he lifts it to his lips.
His tongue, his beautifully forked tongue licks me, it curves around and lashes my sensitive bud. Lifting my hand, I tangle my fingers in the back of his dark hair. It feels like the softest silk, it brushes his shoulders and I’d forgotten just how soft it was.
“You taste sweet,” Quest announces. “I wonder, does your skjede still taste of the sweetest honey?” he asks.
“Quest,” I gasp, lifting my head to look into his eyes.
He pulls his head away from my breasts, his lips curving into the most devious grin. “It does, doesn’t it? Do you miss it? The way that I would taste you with my tongue?”
I moan, unable to actually say the words. My face heats with embarrassment. He grins, knowing exactly what I want, knowing that I want his tongue on every part of my body. His tongue that I know feels so amazing that I’ve dreamt of it more than a hundred times since I left him.
“Say it, elskask,” he growls.
Smoke comes from his mouth as he says the words, it comes from deep within his gut as he urges me on, his desire roaring inside of him. Licking my lips, I look down at him, knowing that these words will be the hardest that I have said in years.
Admitting that I missed any part of him, even something physical is difficult. I’m the one who walked away from him. I’m the one who never looked back, even when he wouldn’t compromise with me, it was still at my demand that he let me be free.
Sinking down on the edge of the bed, I lift my feet, placing them on the wooden railing. I spread my legs