Page 53 of Hateful Prince

Any lingering discomfort was replaced by glorious pleasure. That pinch in my back was now languid warmth. The knotting in my lower belly sensual pressure.

“Oh God, I think your dick might be magic.”

A rumbled laugh vibrated over my mouth as he claimed my lips again. “It is. Mate magic. Now let me make you feel good.”

“Already succeeding,” I panted.

He stopped moving, his body perfectly poised above mine. “Should I stop, then? Consider this a job well done?”

I grabbed his ass, my fingers holding him so tightly I was certain there’d be a ring of bruises there later. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Tell me how you want it, beauty. I only desire to draw out your pleasure.”

For once, I didn’t have a ready answer. Everything sounded good; all I knew was that I wanted more. More of this. More of him. More of us.

“Just don’t stop,” I whispered, my lips feathering over his due to our proximity. “Go as slow or as fast as you want, but please don’t stop.”

He rocked forward, proving that he’d been holding back as he sheathed himself fully within me. I damn near arched off the bed as his length proved to be almost more than I could handle.

“Shh, my love. Relax and open for me.”

Strong fingers found my clit, and he began to trace slow circles around the sensitive flesh as his thrusts continued. Like the cliché she was, my pussy opened for him, blooming like a goddamn flower.

I’d known this was what I needed, but it was even better than I’d expected. Usually my cramps were too painful to entertain the idea of anything but painkillers and a nap. But in the rare instances they weren’t, an orgasm or two almost always got the job done, the release and resulting flood of dopamine helping my muscles to relax. Tor’s prowess, combined with our mystical mate bond, worked better than freaking morphine. I was absolutely blissed out, riding high on the waves of euphoria his touch sent cascading through me.

“Why is this so good?” I panted when another roll of his hips sent my eyes fluttering closed.

“It will always be good between us, Kærasta. We were made for each other. Our union is a gift from the gods.”

“Remind me to thank them later. I’ll light some incense or get on my knees or name our future giant-headed babies after them.”

The self-satisfied growl that left him as he thrust deeper into me made me clench around him. Oh, he liked that. A whole fucking lot.

“Faster, Tor. I’m ready for you to go feral on me now. I need it.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re my mate. You won’t hurt me. I was made to take everything you can give me, remember?”

His pupils were nearly blown in response to that. His beast was close to the surface. Well, it was always close to the surface now that the curse had run its course, but his hold was stronger than usual. If I had to guess, I’d say he might even be in the driver’s seat.

Remembering something from our time in the forest, I reached up and ran my fingers along one of his horns, caressing it the same way I would his dick.

A garbled groan escaped him as he shuddered in ecstasy above me. I was so close to my release, riding the waves of pleasure as they built with each of his thrusts and every brush of my clit against his pelvis.

“Tor, I’m going to come.”

“Yes, fuck, Kærasta. Take it. Gods, you’re squeezing me so tight.” His words were labored, punctuated by groans and heavy breaths, and I loved every single one.

Hearing him lose control was enough to change those teasing waves of orgasm into a powerful tsunami that hit me hard and fast. I came with a scream that left my throat raw, and he followed right along, his own roar making the window rattle. The window and the little chest at the foot of my bed.

Best not to mention that. No need to send my Viking fleeing for the hills.

After a few moments of shared silence, Tor finally pulled out of me, making the both of us groan. A rush of wetness escaped from between my thighs in an unbidden reminder of his absence. I missed him instantly.

“Good thing you put down that towel,” I murmured, my gaze trailing down his bare chest to his blood-streaked cock. Fuck, it was everywhere, his thighs, my thighs, the towel. How was this hot? This wasn’t supposed to be hot, right?

Don’t yuck my yum, Dahlia. We don’t kink shame, remember?