A Nordic King(66)

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous so fast. It’s like I’ve gone from zero to sixty, anger to anticipation, and my brain doesn’t know how to catch up, even if my body does.

He stares at me, his eyes burning brightly. “Tell me you didn’t regret it either. Tell me it all meant something to you.”

I take a deep breath, steadying myself for the admission. “It meant everything to me, Aksel.”

He smiles beautifully. “Good.” With one quick motion, he undoes the sash on my robe until it falls open. “Because I’m not done with you.”

I’m wearing my nightgown underneath, and I let the robe slip to the ground, wishing I was already naked.

I really hadn’t planned ahead.

Then again, I had no idea I would get a second chance with him and so soon.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks quietly, showing so much restraint on his face. “I don’t have any condoms. It hasn’t been … needed. It’s been a long time.”

So I guess he had no idea about the second chance either.

“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. I have been for years. “And I’ve been tested,” I add.

“Sorry to get this unsexy talk out of the way,” he says with a hint of a smile. “But as a king, you can’t be too careful.”

I open my mouth to say something else, perhaps because I’m suddenly nervous, that this is really happening, when he lunges for me.

His lips are on mine, crushing and soft. Sweet lust that turns wild and frantic.

His hand is at the back of my neck, his other fingers pressing at my jaw and cheek as his tongue assaults me with such rolling passion I can feel it all the way to my toes, making them curl. Just like the last time he kissed me, he’s in complete control, and I surrender.

I surrender completely.

I want to give him everything.

I want him to take me, take me over, devour me.

Rule me.

I want every single part of him, deep inside. I want to see how much of him I can take, how he feels from the inside, what it’s like to be thoroughly fucked by the King of Denmark.

Then what? The thought slices into my head.

But it’s fleeting. For once, the guilt doesn’t stay. I don’t want to listen anymore to what’s right and what’s wrong. I don’t want to worry about the future, about my job, about what this means. I don’t want to put us into those neat and tidy roles again, each wearing a mask. Everything has been buried until now and now I just want him.

Right here, right now.

I want us to escape from these gilded walls we’ve put around ourselves.

I want us to be what we need to be for each other, what we’ve fought against.

And Aksel does just that. He’s both a royal and a wild animal, feral to the core as his mouth sinks into the valley between my neck and my shoulder, biting with hunger and lust.

I groan loudly, and one of his hands slips low along my hips, hiking up the hem of my nightgown. Every nerve ending on my body dances with anticipation.

I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this.

It can’t be stopped. I can’t be stopped. His hand skirts over my belly, sliding inside my underwear and down, down to where I’m absolutely soaked.

“For helvede,” he murmurs against me. “You’re too good to be true, aren’t you?”

Actually, you feel too good to be true, I think as I gasp. His thick finger slides along my clit and my body immediately melts into his hand, needing more, wanting more. I’ve never had the need to get off strike me like this before, like a match to a firework, slowly working its way up the rope.

Sizzling.

I grab hold of the back of his neck, his skin hot to the touch already, my body greedy for him. All these months of fantasy have me ready to go. His fingers play gently along my clit, teasing like fluttery wings, before the they plunge inside me.

A gasp escapes my mouth.

“Oh god,” Aksel says thickly, bringing his lips back to mine. “You sound like an angel.”

“Don’t treat me like one,” I tell him, sucking in my breath as his fingers slowly withdraw. “Just fuck the hell out of me.”

If Aksel is surprised by my dirty mouth, he doesn’t show it. He merely grins. I guess he’s used to me not having a filter.

“Just as I imagined you’d be,” he says before he's lowering his head to my breast, pulling the neckline of my nightgown to the side until my nipple is exposed and hardening in the air. His lips gently suck at the tip before he draws it into his mouth in one long, hard pull.

My back arches for more and breathless groans are coaxed out of me. We're still standing in the middle of the room, and I'm not sure how much more I can take like this. I'm getting desperate for him in a way I never thought possible, an aching need that's clawing its way up through my core, turning every part of my body into an addict, a junkie.

He pinches my nipple between his teeth and, as he does so, plunges his fingers back inside me, three of them this time. I expand around him, needing more, more. Every inch of my skin is on fire for him, ignoring the snow billowing outside.

“Fuck,” he growls as he withdraws his hand, putting his fingers into his mouth. He doesn't break eye contact as he tastes me, licking the side of his finger with his long, flat tongue.