I shuddered when he brought his hand from under his head to beneath my leather corset, allowing enough room for us to have skin contact.
God, I wanted him to rip my top off and free my aching breasts. I needed him touching me everywhere, sucking on my sensitive nipples while I rode him until we both came.
Instead of begging him for what I wanted, I bit my bottom lip to muffle a whimper as he moved his fingers faster inside me.
“I was in a hall with people dressed in armor and fur pelts.” Rune widened his eyes by a smidge but quickly schooled them in a calm mask. Yet his pupils dilated, and his fingers stopped pumping inside me. His chest rose and fell faster, his dick throbbed in my hand like a heartbeat, and I knew he had been close to coming. “Everyone was drinking and having fun. So was I, but only because of one person who sat with me and talked to me like he cared about me. He asked where I went after I left battling a tribe.
“And in the dream, I thought back to where I went and how relaxing it was. How... dreamy it was. I thought about... the man while lying in the fields of Dreyma.”
Rune’s eyes widened again and darkened another shade. He swallowed hard, pumping his fingers into me again, driving me closer to an orgasm. He was quick with his fingers, like my story was sending him into a frenzy, needing to make me come. I saw him struggle with wanting to pull me down into him. Or even rolling us over so he was above me and settled between my legs. Either way he chose, I was going to end up with him balls deep inside me.
But he stayed still. Very, very still. Like he was afraid if he moved us, he would lose all control over himself and hurt me as he pinned me down to rail me.
I wanted it. I wanted him to leave marks on me and make me feel a different type of pain than the emotional one that was like a dark cloud above my head.
Licking my lips, I stroked his length faster, twisting my hand up to the head of his dick. He groaned, raising his hips to push himself more into my fist. Warm cum dripped from him as he grew closer to his orgasm. His stomach contracted as he breathed harder when he was at the crest of it but held it at bay—more than likely wanting me to come first.
Out of memory, I brushed my free hand over the grooves and dents of his abdomen. One finger glided over the small scar on his side by thevof his hips that I saw in the shower not too long ago. He shuddered, his breaths ragged and loud with mine.
I bit my bottom lip, holding back my orgasm with him so I could draw it out. I didn’t like edging, but the few times I’d done it to myself, I came harder and more intensely than ever. My toes curled, and I bucked my hips on him, slowing my fist on his shaft.
“While there, the field showed me my dreams, and it was him. In my dream, I didn’t think he would ever want me, and if he did, I couldn’t have him because he had a soulmate that wasn’t me. So while I was in the field, I gave in. If I couldn’t have him for real, then I’d have him in the fields of Dreyma.”
Our ragged breathing and the sounds of my wet pussy and his dick being jacked off filled the otherwise quiet between us. Birds chirped outside, and someone in the front of the home murmured.
“Do you know who he is?” Rune finally asked roughly. It was silly of him to ask that when we both knew the answer. But the strain in his eyes and his hand holding me in a death grip on my waist while brutally finger fucking my pussy showed me he knew who it was in my dream. But he wanted to hear me say it out loud.
“You,” I whispered huskily.
My world spun, and I gasped, which turned into a moan as Rune settled himself between my legs with me on my back. His lips smashed to mine, and he groaned as I arched my back while rocking my hips against his. The kiss we shared was raw, desperate, and carnal. His tongue swept into my mouth and tangled with mine.
He tasted sweet. Like strawberries.
One of his hands roamed down to my hip and between us, stroking along my stomach to my chest. Even though I still wore my armor, I felt his hand like I wasn’t. It wasn’t something I was going to linger on and wonder why, so I went with it.
Rune jerked my pants down to bunch at my knees and moved us so my legs were squeezed together and thrown over one of his shoulders. Ending the kiss, he leaned away, so he was on his knees and moved my ass so he had easier access to my pussy as he pressed the large head of his dick to my spasming core. In one thrust of his hips, he speared himself into my wet heat.
I gasped, slapping my hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds as he set a rough and fast rhythm. He grabbed my hand, pinning it beside my head, his eyes dark and narrowed as he pounded into me harder.
“Don’t cover your sounds,” he growled. “I want to hear you scream as you come on my cock.”
My pussy spasmed around him, a choked cry slipping from me as invisible fingers stroked my clit, sending me into an orgasm. I arched my back, leaning my head back as I did exactly as he said, not muffling my cries.
He cursed beneath his breath, his hips stuttering and losing rhythm as he swelled inside me. His breaths shook, and he groaned my name as warmth filled me, his dick jerking inside me.
Stilling his movements, he kept himself buried balls deep inside me. He kissed my ankle with heavy breaths, his hands sliding on the outside of my bare thighs, and locked eyes with me. His dark-blue depths held tenderness as he gazed at me, searching for the right words to say.
“Is that all you remember?” he asked, his voice low and breathless.
Butterflies flapped crazily in my stomach, and my pussy clenched around him, making both of us groan. He rocked into me again, still hard and ready to go. I tilted my head back, whimpering when he set a slower pace this time.
“Sort of,” I gasped, wiggling against him to meet each thrust to make him go deeper.
His hand held onto my ankles to keep me where he wanted me. Tingles swept through my body, my stomach tightening as he rubbed my sensitive clit with his free hand. I spasmed around him, growing closer to my orgasm.
He groaned, picking up his pace. “Fuck,elskan mín. You take me so perfectly.” His balls slapped heavily against my ass, making me shudder as I bit back my sounds. I curled my fingers into the flat pillow beneath my head, needing to hold on to something while Rune drove into me harder as he growled. The sounds he made... fuck. “Did the fields of Dreyma take care of you like I do? Did it make sure your every need was met and tell you how tight your little pussy is? I’ve heard rumors in my long life that fucking in the fields of Dreyma was unlike anything we could imagine. Enough to send the strongest god into his euphoric death as it feasted on his essence.”
“No. You’re so much better,” I wept, arching my neck and circling my hips to push my ass further out against him. I lost the capability to talk and could only whimper, bordered on shouting, as he got rougher, driving himself as deep as he could into me.
