"Come here," I told Ella as soon as the door shut on our hotel room finally leaving us alone. "I need to hold you."
She grinned, snuggling into my chest, tilting her face back to give me better access to her lips.
"I need a shower," she whispered between kisses.
"Mm, I better get my baby clean then."
I bent slightly, boosting arms under her ass and lifting Ella into my arms. "Let's go, dirty girl."
In the bathroom, I peeled the sexy little number she'd worn out from her body, kissing and nipping at the skin I revealed. My woman had a body made for sin, with more curves than planes, she looked and tasted like decadent excess in the most sexily sinful of ways.
"God you're beautiful." It struck me every time I saw her, every time I touched her. My Ella was fucking glorious inside and out.
She grinned, her hands fisting in my shirt, tugging at the material. I shifted, allowing her to pull it off me.
As badly as my body demanded I claim her, assuring myself that she was safe and whole; I kept a tight leash on my emotions. We had all night, and she'd been through a trauma. I needed to take this slow.
She pushed at my pants, stripping me of my briefs in the same movement. I unclipped her bra, our kisses getting longer, more demanding, less sweet. Her perfect breasts bounced into my hands and I lifted each one, laving at her nipples, teasing those perfect buds into erect points.
"Gunnar…," she moaned, her body bucking against me. "Please…."
I reached into the shower, testing the water temperature before guiding her inside. Under the spray I reached for the bodywash, soaping up my hands before gliding the suds over her skin.
"Gotta get you clean first, remember?" I said in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
She shuddered, her head dropping forward to duck into the spray, wetting her hair.
I knew she wouldn't bother to dry her hair before bed tonight, not if this went the way I expected it to go. Experience had taught me that there would be cursing tomorrow morning when she woke up with crazy hair, knots tangled in their length.
I'd offer to help, patiently brushing out each tangle until her hair was a giant waterfall down her back. I'd wrap that length around my fist, pull her head back then kiss her while I lifted her robe, fucking her from behind.
My cock jumped, anticipation simmering through my body.
Don't get ahead of yourself. You've still got all night to enjoy your fiancé.
The reminder that this woman was mine burned through me like a wild fire, scorching the edges of my control.
I reached around, hand cupping her pussy, pulling her back against my chest. "Are you mine, Valkyrie?"
"Yes!" she breathed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.
"Say it."
"I'm yours, Gunnar. I'm your woman."
A feral growl worked its way up my throat; my cock grinding into the seam of her ass.
"Tell me what you want." I issued the demand at the same time my fingers parted her, pressing against her clit, beginning to circle in a rhythm designed just for her body.
"Gunnar!"
"Tell me!"
With a long moan, Ella spread her legs, pressing herself back against me, our bodies fusing together.
"I want you to take me. Hard, fast. I want you to bite me. I want you to mark me, brand me, fuck me until you come deep inside. I need you, Gunnar. I need your cock and your fingers. I need you to make it hurt so fucking good."
Control snapped, my body moving of its own volition. My hands pressed her, bending her over, positioning her so her ass was tilted up towards me. I guided my cock to her hot snatch, groaning as I slid through her wet desire, my fingers still playing at her clit.
"Ready, Valkyrie?" I asked, my tone no longer recognizable.
"Fuck me, Viking."
With a roar I thrust into her, hot, hard and full of fucking rage. Not at her, never at her. At the man who dared to put her at risk. I channeled my helpless anger, unleashed it in the form of white-hot desire. Mercilessly I fucked her, Ella's body meeting my ferocity.
"Love. You." I panted between thrusts, relentlessly fucking her tight pussy. "You're mine. Mine. Mine."
"Yes!" she cried, her back arching, her body clenching. "Harder!"
I stopped playing with her clit, both hands moving to her hips, keeping her steady as I fucked into her, my cock rough and ready.
She lifted up slightly, changing the position to one guaranteed to drag across her G-spot. With a grunt, I leaned down, my teeth scrapping gently across the curve of her shoulder, chasing that bite with a soothing swipe of my tongue.
"Gunnar!" With a squeal she came, her body bucking, her hot cunt squeezing my dick, fisting it, milking me until I spilled inside her, cum branding her.
Not enough.
It never would be. I'd quickly learnt a life time with this woman would never be enough. I'd always want more. More looks, more laughs, more kisses.
More love.
I held Ella gently, cleaning her body as she shuddered, eyes closed, against me. Her desire sated, her body cooling.
I reached between her legs to clean me from her but she stopped me, her swollen mouth curving into a naughty little smile.
"Leave it. I wanna feel you."
Fuck, I loved this woman.
Clean, I turned off the spray, leading us from the shower. We dried with fluffy towels, Ella sighing as she looked at herself in the mirror, wringing her long hair with a towel.
"This is gonna be a mess tomorrow."
I pressed a kiss to the slight mark on her shoulder, knowing she'd find my bruise hot every time she looked at it, even though she'd protest once she saw it. "I'll help."
She laughed, pressing a hand to my chest. "You never help. You just get me all worked up and then I have to brush it again after."
"Mm," I kissed her, hands framing her generous waist. "Ignore the after, describe to me what the before looks like."
She chuckled, her breasts pressing enticingly against my chest. "I love you, Gunnar."
"Love you, Valkyrie." I kissed her, stealing a taste, committing this moment to memory. "Can't wait for you to be my wife."
She sighed, closing her eyes and snuggling against my chest. "Same."
A Very Viking Wedding
Ella
"Um so, we have a slight problem."
I lifted an eyebrow in Anika's direction, the makeup artist, who continued to apply a coat of deliciously red lipstick to my lips, preventing me from doing more.
"There's a um… a bear."
Everyone in the bedroom froze, the makeup artist pulling back to allow me space.
"I'm sorry. Did you say a bear?" I asked, staring at my best friend. "As in four legs, furry, likes to eat honey?"
"Ah, yeah." Anika, dressed in a gorgeous green sari, twisted her hands. "I've called Farrah."
"Farrah?" Liv asked from across the room. She wore a slinky dress in the same emerald green as Ani. "Oh, she works at a wildlife reserve, right?"
"Yeah. She's called in the troops, they're gonna take care of it."
"The bear?" Astrid clarified, rubbing a hand across her forehead.
"Uh-huh."