Freya's POV
Horse Power
He leans in, his voice barely above a whisper, "En ek er eigi varr, elska. Ek em i ulfapakkanum." [But I don’t do careful, darling. I'm in the Wolfpack.] With that, he slams his lips against mine again.
Trailing his hand under my tunic, he slowly lifts it up and over my head, throwing it somewhere across the stone floor. His other hand rubs my core teasingly as he attacks my n****e, licking and biting, while his fingers switch to occupy the other breast.
And then he's entering me.
Slowly, gently.
Not what I was expecting.
The sensation of his mouth on my n*****s, his fingers on my wetness, and his thick shaft filling me makes me a moaning mess.
Hissing, he presses his forehead to mine. "So damn tight."
With a final grunt from him and a perhaps too-loud moa
