crippled sighs and exhales of air filling the space between us. Distance that won’t be between us for long.
A faint tug at my hair causes me to peer up at her. Davina looks down at me with pure lust and hunger in her eyes that it breaks the rhythm of my breathing.
“I want us to do it together.”
“Together,” I repeat. “What do you want from me, Blood?”
“I want us to feel the crashing of euphoria together...like the last time.” She didn’t have to ask me a second time, I’m already working the button of my pants as she wraps her legs around my hips.
Leaning up on her elbows, she kisses me, her tongue following right after. I’m already drunk off her, but the insistence of her wanting me the same way I want her makes me disarm all of my defenses against her.
Nothing around us matters.
No one here makes me give a damn.
Everything else is a blur and a faded mist of what she is to me right now.
With my cock finally free, I position myself to her entrance, slowly sliding into her depths. Her mouth opens but no words come out, nothing but the feel of us joined together.
“You are remarkable,” I recite. “Nothing has ever felt like you.”
“You’re torturing me,” she gripes as I make my way in deeper, harboring onto my biceps.
Bending closer to her, my mouth sweeps hers. “I told you I would.”
“I didn’t know it’d be like this.”
A soft chuckle leaves my chest. “I’ve considered it.” I plant another peck to her lips. “But I didn’t know I’d be in excruciating agony myself.”
Davina licks my lips as I lazily start to pump inside her. “Is it that bad?”
“More than you know.”
“The end result is so much sweeter though,” she teases.
I fill her to the hilt and release a satisfying groan. “But then it’s torture because I want you again.”
“I want you too,” she replies.
I freeze, mid draw from her pussy as her words spill over me again. “What did you say?”
Davina covers her mouth at the same realization. Plucking her hand away, I bend in closer.
“Say it again.” She shakes her head, a soft whimper slips from her body.
“Blood,” I coo softly. “One more time. You can do it—for me.”
“I want you too,” she repeats, and my heart cuts short on its next beat.
It’s her voice, loud and clear. Smooth and sweet, and not a dream.
I just heard her speak.
My hands clasp both sides of her head to keep her linked to me through our eyes. “You spoke.” She nods as I see a glistening tear fall down her cheek onto the bed. “Why are you crying?”
“I haven’t spoken in so long,” she whimpers, her hand trailing up to her throat. “It hurts.”
“Because you’re using muscles that you haven’t used in a long time.”
“I can’t—”
“Shhh,” I console. “Let me pay homage to your body.” I sink into her deeper. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”
Slowly, I fill her again, praising her body with my cock and lips as I fall deeper into the abyss of her. If it wasn’t enough to be in the same room alone with her, it was her words that quickly became my undoing shortly after.
“Come with me, Dagen—my Viking.”
The moment Davina releases my name from her lips for the first time right to my ears, I come undone with her.
Chest to chest, breaths mingled into one, Davina kisses my lips and tells me to stay with her.
Thing is, I think I want to forever.
I’m welcomed by the calming breeze of the ocean. A serene feeling to the scene that is going to play out before me today. Like animals, I kept the Vikings outside, surrounded by my men and tied up because I didn’t want them any closer to my sisters. Nor did I want their ambiance within my home. It was bad enough they were on my island but to have them inside felt worse.
Sullivan meets me a few feet away, impassive and stoic as he speaks. “They are ill, Your Majesty. They have been sweating and coughing all night, we stayed a safe distance away but one man did run into the ocean. He was...disposed of by sharks.”
I nod. “Thank you, Sullivan. Send my well wishes to your wife.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Striding toward my prisoners, I feel my sisters come down the beach. My voice still feels strained by speaking last night, and the reality of it has yet to sink in. If I’m speaking, it means