Page 13 of Berserker Devotion
Her tongue played with his, thrusting in and out, her hips matching the rhythm as they pressed against his.
He needed to feel her hot skin against his own. With both hands, he grabbed her hips and then slid his palms up under her shirt, caressing her breasts.
She inhaled sharply, and he growled his approval when she arched against his palms.
In one swoop, he pulled her shirt off over her head, and then leaned back briefly to take in the lovely view of her bare skin. He placed his palms against the bed on both sides of her and braced himself as he traced the edge of her lacy bra with his mouth.
He’d not seen anyone—or anything—more beautiful.
He nuzzled the thin fabric away from one of her breasts and nipped her nipple before taking the whole deliciousness into his mouth.
Nora arched beneath him, a growl escaping from her throat. She reached for the button on his jeans, and as her fingertips brushed his swollen dick, his abs clenched and his balls ached from the effort of not blowing his load.
As if she could read his mind, she chuckled, popping the button open and pulling down the zipper.
She reached inside and caressed his shaft, but he covered her hand with his own. “Fireling, if you don’t slow down, I will not last long,” he mumbled.
She grabbed his face and kissed him, nipping his lips and then tracing his jaw with her tongue. “Find some protection. I need you inside me right now,” she whispered, her voice dark and raw.
Ulf pulled out of her grip.
She growled deep in her throat as he left the bed to find a condom. Her eyes turned a deeper green as she watched him dig through his belongings.
As soon as he had his hands on a foil package out of his bag, he headed back to the bed, chucking his jeans and socks on the way.
Nora half sat up and reached for him, but he nuzzled her back down. Leaning over her, he kissed her again as he reached behind her to unhook her bra. He got it done in one try, which was not a minor feat considering how badly his hands trembled.
He slid the shoulder straps down her arms and let his gaze caress her skin. She moved restlessly and reached for him again, but he evaded her hands. “I want to look at you. You are so beautiful, Fireling.”
She snorted. “You don’t have to use pretty words on me. I know what the scar across my face does to my looks.”
He lifted his head to lock gazes with her. “I only use pretty words when I mean them. Your battle mark enhances your beauty. It shows your bravery.”
The reluctant smile on her lips touched something deep inside him.
His berserker growled, Mine, but he ignored it. He couldn’t think about what his beast’s possessiveness meant.
He wasn’t ready for that.
CHAPTER 9
Knowing how crap he was at handling emotions, Ulf ignored the feelings swirling inside him and instead focused on physically satisfying his partner.
Cupping Nora’s breasts in his palm, he licked and nipped their tender skin, biting a little harder when his teeth grazing her nipple had her arching high off the bed.
Her hands caressed the back of his head and then her nails scratched his neck as he trailed his mouth lower.
He found a spot just below her navel that had her moaning out loud. He spent some extra time tasting her golden skin there before moving his lips lower.
Her harsh sounds of pleasure drove him further toward the brink.
He needed to taste her.
He pulled her jeans and panties down and then kissed his way up her inner thigh from her knee toward her core. His fingers mimicked his lips’ movements on the opposite leg.
Nora moaned sweetly as his breath fanned the junction of her legs.
Easing a finger inside her, Ulf slipped his tongue between her folds.