Chapter Forty-two: Death By Pleasure

SIGRUN

The corridor was suffocatingly quiet, save for the violent thrumming of my own heart against my ribs.

I stood in the dim torchlight outside Varul’s heavy oak doors, my hands clutching the silk of my robe so tightly my knuckles turned white. My skin felt overly sensitized, buzzing with a cocktail of raw excitement, terror, and a deep, pulsing horniness that had been building inside me for weeks.

Am I really about to do this?

The question echoed in my mind, but my body already knew the answer. So what if I’d asked Rita to spritz extra jasmine perfume on my delicate spots—behind my ears, the hollow of my throat, the insides of my wrists? I knew exactly what I was doing. Varul had told me before that he liked my scent, and the memory of how he had kissed me like a man starved merely a few hours ago made my feminine parts tingle with a sharp, wicked heat.

“Tonight, Princess,” he had promised, his rough voice a physical weight against my lips. “Tonight I will make you mine.”

For weeks, I had fought my attraction to him tooth and nail, building walls of logic to protect myself from the dangerous Northern king. But there was nothing logical about the insane need flowing through me. Every passing day of denial had only managed to amp up my desire to be touched by him.

I was tired of fighting. My body needed this. I needed this.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I stepped forward. I raised my hand and knocked softly against the dark oak.

I held my breath, the seconds stretching like miles until the massive door swung inward.

There he stood.

My mouth instantly went bone-dry. He was wearing only low-slung, dark trousers. His broad chest and sculpted abdomen were completely bare, his feet pressing naked against the stone. In the dim light, the intricate wolf tattoo inked across his chest seemed to gleam, shifting with the heavy rise and fall of his breathing. He gazed down at my small form, his eyes dark, hooded, and dangerously heated.

God, he was beautiful. It was terrifying how attractive he was.

Wordlessly, Varul stepped back, opening the door wider. I slipped past him into the room, and the door shut behind me with a firm, heavy click that signaled the end of my retreat.

His chamber was exactly like him—dark, vast, and intensely masculine. Rich furs draped over a massive, shadowed bed, and walls of dark stone absorbed the light. In the corner, a low fire burned in the hearth, casting long, dancing amber shadows across the wide room and throwing his predatory silhouette against the wall.

He didn't speak. He just tracked me as I walked toward the center of the room, my silk robe whispering against the floor.

“You smell incredible,” his voice broke the silence, a low, gravelly vibration that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine.

I turned to face him, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You said before that you liked my scent.” I shrugged. “It’s jasmine.”

He shook his head. “It is simply you,” he murmured, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate strides.

When he stopped in front of me, the sheer heat radiating from his bare skin wrapped around me like a blanket. He reached out, his large, calloused hands sliding up my arms, pushing the silk robe off my shoulders.

It pooled at my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my sheer, sleeveless nightgown. I shivered and my nípples poked through the material. His gaze swept over me, thick with appreciation that made my skin flush hot.

Feeling bold and holding his gaze, I lowered my night dress and stepped out of it as it pooled to the floor. Just like I had that night at the pool. But this time, there would be no interruptions.

I was completely naked. No silk pànties. His eyes drank me in hungrily. From my loose hair, to my brèasts, down to the triangle of between my legs.

“Gods, look at you,” he said hoarsely. “So beautiful.”

His hands settling firmly on my waist. He pulled me forward, locking our hips together.

I gasped at the sudden, hard contact. He was rigid, and hot against my soft curves. I could feel his huge erèction press against me.

His hands kneaded my ass, grabbing greedy handfuls and squeezing gently.

My hands found his bare chest, my fingers curling into the hard muscle, feeling the steady thud of his heart.

Looking up into his dark eyes, all my fears melted away into pure want. “No more waiting. Please.”

A low, primal growl tore from his throat. In one swift, effortless motion, he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, coming down over me before I could even catch my breath. The weight of his large body pressing me into the plush furs was intoxicating. I was caged and trapped. I loved it.

His mouth crashed down onto mine, and the world vanished—this one and every other world in-between.

It was a wild reclamation. He tasted me with a starved hunger, his tongue tangling with mine. I pulled him closer, my hands tangling into his thick hair. Every touch of his skin felt like liquid fire. He moved his mouth down my jaw, tracing a path of burning kisses down my throat.

He stopped at my brèasts, taking one sensitive peak in his mouth and sucking. His fingers rolled the other nípple, driving me mad. He alternated with the other brèast, sucking and rolling my nípples. He weighed each brèast in his hands, fondling and squeezing.

“Made just for me, Princess,” he whispered between kisses, worshipping my brèasts with his lips and tongue. The sounds of my whimpering echoed through the room. More wetness dripped from between my legs.

“I can play with your títs all night long, princess,” Varul said, “but I need to taste you or I will lose my mind.”

And so his lips finally left my brèasts and trailed lower. He kissed down my belly, his tongue brushing my navel as his hands grabbed my waist. He gripped my thighs and gently eased them apart, baring my to his gaze. I heard his growl as he stared wordlessly at my exposed pússy.

My cheeks heated as I stared up at the ceiling, my hands pressed against the sheets at my sides. I reflexively tried to close my thighs, but his large hands held me wide open.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. He leaned in and inhaled deeply. Then his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and his lips curled into a dangerous smile.

“I have been hungry for this taste for a long time, princess,” he said softly, the danger in his eyes at odds with the softness of his tone. “Now, will you be good and let me feast on this pretty little cúnt the way I have been dying to?”

I was so turned on by him and his words, all I could do was nod. I had no idea what I’d just agreed to.

Varul grinned devilishly. “Good girl.”

Then he promptly lowered his head and began to eat me out.

The first flick of his tongue on my clít had me arching my back and grabbing the sheets for purchase.

When Varul said he wanted to feast on me, boy did he mean it. He went down on me like a man starved, licking and sucking on my pússy juices like his life depended on it. The filthy wet noises coming from between my legs combined with his occasional groans occupied the entire room and made everything a thousand times hotter.

I moaned so loudly it was a surprise that the roof didn’t come down. I didn’t even have it in me to be embarrassed. The pleasure of his lips and tongue was so intense that I was practically fighting for my life.

The heat in my belly exploded and I clímaxed so hard that my legs were thrashing. Varul hands clamped down on my hips like a vise, holding me in place as he continued to líck me clean. He added his fingers. The squelching noises filled my head. My fists clutched the sheets even tighter.

I screamed and peaked again, even harder than the first time. My toes curled and I was shaking all over. My thighs tried to clamp together, but Varul wouldn’t let me.

He pulled me even closer and tossed my legs over his shoulders, locking me in. All I could do was lie there and take it.

“Just one more, princess. You can do it,” he coaxed against my center, sounding drunk and depraved. “Gods you taste even better than anything I imagined.”

I peaked again.

And again.

And again.

Soon, I lost count as each climax rolled into the other until I became a massive bundle of nerves.

The sensations coursing through my body were too intense. I thought I could die from the pleasure. My trembling fingers tugged uselessly at his hair. He was immovable.

“P-please…Varul, I-I can’t…no more…” I croaked.

He finally lifted his head, his eyes tipped black with lust, his lips glistening with my juíces. I was boneless after those orgasms, breathing heavily. My body was still twitching with the aftershocks.

He hummed and licked his lips clean, like he’d just had the tastiest dessert. It was the hottest sight I’d ever seen.

“You promised to be good, princess,” he reminded me softly, his breath, fanning my overly sensitive pússy. I shivered.

“I-I know, b-but please I-I can’t take anymore,” I pleaded.

He sighed and cast one last longing look at my pússy. “Next time it is,” he said.

Then he lowered my legs from his shoulders and rose back up covering my body with his. I could feel his steel-hard erection on my belly.

“But I am not done with you tonight, princess.”