spread that irresistible, addictive heat from the inside out.
“Reinn,” she whispered against his cheek, her voice stolen by the Viking sex gods, and he gathered her in his arms as he started thrusting, fucking her hard and slow and so thoroughly she thought she might cry.
They’d made love all afternoon, but she already couldn’t remember it feeling like this. So full. So complete. So simple and perfect and yet still impossible to believe this was really happening to her.
He whispered her name in return, then louder, and that triggered the return of her voice. His next thrust had her yelling something incomprehensible, and as he pounded deeper, she wrapped herself harder around him and let loose a chant of appreciation that would definitely make her blush should he remind her of it afterward.
Her orgasm ripped through her, taking them both by surprise.
Reinn held himself deep inside her as she spasmed around him, then slowly licked his way into her mouth, a sensual kiss that told her he wanted her to shatter all over again for him. Oh god , she thought, but then he was moving again and before her first orgasm ebbed, another was looming on the horizon. She felt herself slip toward it and gave in as his movements grew jerkier, more primal. They came together, him grunting into her neck and her screaming his name.
She held him tight, and when he tried to move she protested vocally.
“I’m heavy, min elskede .”
“You sound tired. And you make a wonderful blanket.”
He chuckled. “You won’t think so once the endorphins wear off.”
“Always the scientist, my Viking.” She released him enough for him to roll beside her, then she followed, tucking into his side.
— —
Reinn thought Ashleigh had fallen asleep curled against him. They’d lain like that for almost an hour. At some point he’d pressed the button by the head of his bed to turn the lights off, but when the first pale light of dawn cracked over the horizon, his beautiful betrothed rolled onto her back. He tried to resist the urge to palm her bared breast, but when she murmured something about the hot spring bath, he gave in.
“You feel like a soak?” He took a deep, growly breath at the perfect feeling of her nipple against the inside of his hand.
She arched her back. “And more, if you keep that up.”
With a regretful final squeeze, he rolled her toward the far side of the bed. “Come on.”
He slid the floor to ceiling glass panel door open, the cool early summer night a bracing change from the warmth of Ashleigh’s embrace. He clenched his fists at his side, which earned him an appreciative hum. “What?” he turned and held out his hand.
She took it, stepping outside with a shiver. “You’re a beautiful man. I love it when you flex all your muscles like that.”
“I didn’t flex anything. It’s just cold out here.” He patted her on the bottom as she stepped toward the small pool fed by the natural spring under his property. “Get in there.”
She climbed up, pausing to look back at him. With her long, willowy limbs, balanced delicately on the rock edge of the pool, she looked just like Rán . He admitted as much and she laughed. “The sea witch?”
He grunted, and climbed in, pulling her down onto his lap in the warm mineral-infused water. “I was thinking more about how she was the mother of nine daughters.”
She smiled and arched her head back, dipping it into the water before sliding back against his body. “Is that your plan for me? Fill me with babies, make me forget my dreams of soaring through the stars?”
His arms tightened around her. “We have spaceships. I’ll never hold you back from your dreams.”
She shook her head. “I had it wrong, Reinn. My dreams weren’t of space adventures, plural. My dream was at the end of a space adventure. This is right where I want to be.”
“There will be backlash.”
She shrugged. “And we’ll survive it. I’m two light-years away from where
“Reinn,” she whispered against his cheek, her voice stolen by the Viking sex gods, and he gathered her in his arms as he started thrusting, fucking her hard and slow and so thoroughly she thought she might cry.
They’d made love all afternoon, but she already couldn’t remember it feeling like this. So full. So complete. So simple and perfect and yet still impossible to believe this was really happening to her.
He whispered her name in return, then louder, and that triggered the return of her voice. His next thrust had her yelling something incomprehensible, and as he pounded deeper, she wrapped herself harder around him and let loose a chant of appreciation that would definitely make her blush should he remind her of it afterward.
Her orgasm ripped through her, taking them both by surprise.
Reinn held himself deep inside her as she spasmed around him, then slowly licked his way into her mouth, a sensual kiss that told her he wanted her to shatter all over again for him. Oh god , she thought, but then he was moving again and before her first orgasm ebbed, another was looming on the horizon. She felt herself slip toward it and gave in as his movements grew jerkier, more primal. They came together, him grunting into her neck and her screaming his name.
She held him tight, and when he tried to move she protested vocally.
“I’m heavy, min elskede .”
“You sound tired. And you make a wonderful blanket.”
He chuckled. “You won’t think so once the endorphins wear off.”
“Always the scientist, my Viking.” She released him enough for him to roll beside her, then she followed, tucking into his side.
— —
Reinn thought Ashleigh had fallen asleep curled against him. They’d lain like that for almost an hour. At some point he’d pressed the button by the head of his bed to turn the lights off, but when the first pale light of dawn cracked over the horizon, his beautiful betrothed rolled onto her back. He tried to resist the urge to palm her bared breast, but when she murmured something about the hot spring bath, he gave in.
“You feel like a soak?” He took a deep, growly breath at the perfect feeling of her nipple against the inside of his hand.
She arched her back. “And more, if you keep that up.”
With a regretful final squeeze, he rolled her toward the far side of the bed. “Come on.”
He slid the floor to ceiling glass panel door open, the cool early summer night a bracing change from the warmth of Ashleigh’s embrace. He clenched his fists at his side, which earned him an appreciative hum. “What?” he turned and held out his hand.
She took it, stepping outside with a shiver. “You’re a beautiful man. I love it when you flex all your muscles like that.”
“I didn’t flex anything. It’s just cold out here.” He patted her on the bottom as she stepped toward the small pool fed by the natural spring under his property. “Get in there.”
She climbed up, pausing to look back at him. With her long, willowy limbs, balanced delicately on the rock edge of the pool, she looked just like Rán . He admitted as much and she laughed. “The sea witch?”
He grunted, and climbed in, pulling her down onto his lap in the warm mineral-infused water. “I was thinking more about how she was the mother of nine daughters.”
She smiled and arched her head back, dipping it into the water before sliding back against his body. “Is that your plan for me? Fill me with babies, make me forget my dreams of soaring through the stars?”
His arms tightened around her. “We have spaceships. I’ll never hold you back from your dreams.”
She shook her head. “I had it wrong, Reinn. My dreams weren’t of space adventures, plural. My dream was at the end of a space adventure. This is right where I want to be.”
“There will be backlash.”
She shrugged. “And we’ll survive it. I’m two light-years away from where
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