me. My heart stumbled at the sight of this Viking warrior above me and my tummy dipped at the same moment. Hell, he was beautiful. He looked like he was plucked straight out of some Norse myth, a god come to claim me. But I was a goddess to match him and I wasn't going to bow. I just had to up my game.
I took my hand from his boxers and massaged my breasts instead, locking my eyes on his as I writhed beneath him, moaning and panting while I waited for him to crack.
His eyes travelled down my body and his expression became purely animal. "Oh...shit,” he breathed.
I slid one hand down my stomach, my muscles flexing and tightening beneath my palm before I reached for my clit and started toying with myself. I rolled my head against his sheets, putting on the show of my life for him as I groaned and sighed his name. It wasn't even faked. Not a single second of it. I was high on this man, desperate for his touch. But I would have him come to me. Not the other way around.
I started to fall apart as I stared at him, drinking in the sight of him watching me as I circled my fingers over my throbbing clit.
He slapped my hand away and his jaw clenched. "Enough," he snapped, a warning in his tone.
"If you're not man enough to do it, I'll do it myself," I teased and his eyes flashed with rage.
"Too far, Tatum," he warned and I gasped as he dragged me off the bed, twisting me around to stand in front of him and capturing my chin with one hand. "See that?" He angled my head down toward the white sheets which were darkened by a wet patch in the centre of them. "Your pussy doesn't lie to me, princess, no matter how much you do." His teeth grazed my ear and I shivered, a whine escaping my throat which was filled with pure desperation. How long were we going to play this game? I’d already waited so long to be reunited with him like this. Did we have to dance on this line any longer?
An idea came to me, one which was totally low but would also secure my win.
"Are you really going to make me beg...on my birthday?" I asked, my voice husky and full of victory.
He spun me around in his arms, his expression stern as he glared down at me. "What?"
I fluttered my lashes. "It's my eighteenth today." I swallowed the sharp ball in my throat as saying those words threatened to unleash the cutting grief in me again, gazing at him steadily as I asked what I needed of him with my expression alone.
"Since when?" he demanded.
"Er, since always?" I offered with a shrug and his eyes narrowed.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't tell anyone," I said, my smile dropping a little. "I just didn’t want to dwell on...everything."
He ran his fingers down my back in feather light strokes and I gritted my teeth.
"Don't pity me, Nash. And don't even think about turning this into some love-making bullshit because you think that's what I need," I warned and his lips parted in surprise before he barked a laugh.
"Fine." He bared his teeth at me then shoved me onto the bed.
Monroe pushed his boxers down and grabbed my hips, yanking me toward him and throwing my left leg over his shoulder. He slammed himself inside me, filling me up without giving me a chance to prepare. I cried out and he pressed his hand to my mouth, leaning over me so my leg was stretched to its limit and he started slamming into me with needy, hungry thrusts.
I groaned and growled and fucking screamed against his hand as he tried to keep me quiet, fucking me in my favourite position and hitting that perfect spot deep inside me. He lost himself, becoming nothing but a beast as he possessed my body and we marked his sheets with our combined scents. He hooked up my other leg, throwing that over his other shoulder and pressed his weight down as he started pounding into me, my body tightening around him like this.
He drove into me without mercy and I loved every second, teetering on the edge of bliss. I could see him coming undone too, his eyes hooded, his grunts and groans deepening. He rolled his hips and his cock rubbed me in the perfect way just