22. Danica

Danica

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A s I gaze down at the rugged, spicy Viking between my thighs, a deep ache awakens within me. No matter how often we come together, my body always craves his touch.

Rhyland's damp hair clings to his forehead, enhancing his wild and captivating allure. His rough beard grazes my skin while his muscular, tattooed body glistens in the dim light. Every inch of him radiates pure masculinity, igniting my desire. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, a mixture of me and him, and proof of the powerful effect he has on me.

He leans in, his gaze dark and ravenous, as if he's about to devour me. I can't help but arch my hips, pressing myself against his face. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he grips my hips, holding me firmly in place. His tongue darts out, tasting my exposed and swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

He doesn't seem to mind the taste of himself, and that realization only fuels my desire. The heat of his mouth and how he savors our combined flavors send a thrilling sensation straight to my core.

Teasing me, he slowly traces his tongue up my slit, licking and nipping at my sensitive flesh. My body writhes and trembles with want, my fingers entwining in his hair, urging him closer. His long, thick lashes brush against my skin as his warm breath surrounds me. He continues to torment me, circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

A gasp escapes my lips as I throw my head back, my neck arching in ecstasy. The damp moss beneath me feels electrifying, heightening my anticipation. The sound of the nearby waterfall mingles withRhyland's groans and the wet sounds of his mouth on me, creating a symphony of nature and pleasure.

"God,baby, you taste like the sweetest candy," he murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "Want to know my favorite place to bite you?"

I nod, barely able to form words.

He trails kisses along my inner thigh, leaving a burning path in their wake. "Right here," he growls, his teeth grazing my soft flesh. "And here," he adds, flicking his tongue over my aching clit.

My heart races at the thought of him drinking from me in such an intimate way. My cheeks flush, and my eyes widen with both shock and arousal.

A seductive smile plays onRhyland's lips as he leans closer, whispering, "You'll love it,baby. You might even beg for it." With a swift motion, he sinks his razor-sharp fangs into my thigh, eliciting a moan from deep within me. Pleasure mixes with pain as he drinks from me, his hands roaming my body.

He growls against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The sensation of his fangs piercing me, combined with his hands exploring my body, drives me wild. I can feel myself growing wetter, my hips bucking against him as he continues to drink from me. A searing heat builds in my core, my clit throbbing with need.

Oh, god…

Suddenly, he pulls away, licking his lips. My body instinctively reaches for him, but he quickly grasps my wrists, pinning them above my head. A low, feral growl escapes his chest as he locks eyes with me, his lips stained with my blood. The sight sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me, intensifying the ache between my thighs.

"Not yet,baby," he whispers, his voice husky and deep.

Can I really orgasm from him feeding off my thigh alone? The thought sends a thrill through me, and I realize I want more.

His voice is laced with danger and seduction as he speaks against my ear. "See? I knew you would." I tremble at the feel of his hot breath against my skin.

"Yes...more than anything," I reply, tracing my tongue up the side of his neck, following the intricate patterns of his tattoos. He tenses, groaning as his hardness presses against my stomach. "Rhyland," I whimper, my body burning with need for him.

The air around us crackles with raw, primal need. His eyes burn with intense hunger as he growls, "You're fucking mouthwatering, baby. You have any idea what you do to me?"

He slides his hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy and rubbing his palm against me in a sinful, tempting motion. "You want me, baby? You want my thick cock inside that tight cunt?" His voice is a gravelly demand, thick with arousal.

"Fuck yes," I breathe, my body throbbing with need. "I want you. All of you."

His mouth crashes onto mine, devouring me with a kiss that leaves no doubt about his possession. It's fierce, demanding, and utterly intoxicating.

He pulls back, his eyes blazing. "Say it again."

My response is a guttural growl of frustration and need. He knows I want him, and he enjoys every minute of this teasing game.

A fierce grin stretches across his face, and in one fluid motion, he flips me onto the rough, moss-covered rock, pinning my hands behind my back. My breasts press against the cool stone, and I can feel his cock against my ass. With his free hand, he wraps his fingers around my throat, making me arch against him in submission.

His dominating presence consumes me, his large hand easily encircling my throat. I crave more of his animalistic passion, my body aching for him to claim me completely.

A menacing growl rumbles in his chest, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "You have no fucking idea how much I enjoy your feistiness," he teases, his voice dripping with lust. "I can feel your frustration,baby. That raw need coiled tight inside you."

His words are a promise, threatening to unravel every last shred of my control. How does he do this to me? My body aching for him in ways I never thought possible.

"Stop teasing me,Rhy—" My words are cut off as his grip tightens, restricting my air. My pussy throbs, arousal dripping onto my thighs.

His thrill surges through me, a testament to the two-way street of our bond. He tightens his hold on my throat, an erotic moan escaping him. "So fucking beautiful," he murmurs.

He releases my throat, but before I can catch my breath, he thrusts into me with brutal force. A cry of pain and pleasure tears from my lips as he fills me completely, stretching me to the limit.

I writhe beneath him, my arms still pinned behind my back as he grips a handful of my hair, forcing my head back. His touch ignites every erogenous zone, making me feel like I'm at a skilled magician's mercy. He exposes my neck, driving into me with unrelenting force.

"Is this what you need?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous as he hammers into me. "My cock...fucking you...hard and deep?"

My sensitive nipples brush against the rough surface, sending spikes of pleasure and pain through me. They peak, hard and taut, the friction only adding to the torrent of delicious sensations flooding my body.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together and the rush of blood in my ears drown out everything else. The raw, primal noises escaping my throat reveal just how consumed I am by him. Every nerve in my body is electrified as he claims me, his words driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Answer me,Dani," he commands.

I can barely form words as the pleasure overwhelms me. "Y-yes...oh, fuck..." I gasp between thrusts.

"Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful taking my cock," he growls, his voice rough like gravel. "My dirty angel, all mine." Slap, slap, slap . Our bodies coming together.

I cry out, my body arching, begging for more. He pistons into me like a wild claimed beast. "You love it when I pound into you, don't you, baby?" His voice is demanding and commanding. "You're gonna be my cock-hungry whore Dani? My dirty girl?"

The words shiver through my body, and I know he owns me completely. I am his depraved plaything, and I want nothing more than to be his whore.

The force of his thrusts takes my breath away, stealing any ability to speak.

"Answer me," he demands, pulling my hair harder.

"F-fuck... yes, " I moan, giving in to my desires.

"That's a good girl," he praises. "That's it, take it all," he urges, his voice fierce. "Take my cock; take everything I give you because it's all yours, baby. Every. Fucking. Inch."

Every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire asRhylandfills me, his cock driving into me with a primal force. I scream his name, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me in its intensity.

"Fuuuck,baby," he groans, "I love how you drench me." He revels in the way I soak his cock with my release, fueling my pleasure even more.

I can feel him throbbing inside me as he releases hot, potent streams of desire deep within me, igniting another wave of pleasure.

A primal moan escapes him as he collapses onto me, both of us spent from the intense passion. I can feel our combined releases trickling down my thighs, marking me as his.

We lay there, panting and entwined, as the cool night air brushed against our sweat-slicked skin. The waterfall continues its soothing melody, starkly contrasting our shared fierce passion.

Rhyland rolls onto his side, pulling me close to him. His arms wrap protectively around me, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. The realization that I am completely naked and exposed to the elements sends a shiver down my spine.

"Angel," he whispers, his voice lazy with satisfaction.

He gently kisses my forehead, and I laugh softly, my voice still laced with satisfaction. "Rhyland," I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed.

I can feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he murmurs, his voice tinged with affection.

A chuckle escapes me at his words. It's hard to believe that the universe conspired to bring my long-lost vampire lover back into my arms after everything that kept us apart. I resist the urge to grope him, knowing that we need to talk about what happened during our time apart.

"What did she do to you,Rhyland?" I ask softly, my finger tracing idle patterns on his chest.

I can feel him tense beside me, his jaw clenching. He begins to recount the horrors he endured at the hands of Amara, the Royal Freakshow, as he calls her. The details spill from his lips in a torrent of anger and pain, each new revelation making my blood run colder. I can't help but feel a burning rage build within me, a fierce need to protect him from any more suffering.

Rhyland's rough palm settles on my cheek, his ocean-blue eyes searching mine. Despite the horrors he endured, his gentle touch still anchors me. "Dani," he says softly, his hand cupping my cheek. "Don't let her cruelty darken your light."

I nod, tears brimming in my eyes. "I'm so sorry she hurt you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

"Nothing she did can truly harm me, not while I have you," he assures me, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

His words pierce my heart, filling me with renewed love and determination. I press a tender kiss to his palm, snuggling closer to him. We lay there in silence, lost in our thoughts as the waterfall's melody lulls us into a peaceful calm.

Rhyland's voice rumbles softly in the darkness. "I never stopped trying to reach you—"

I smile, remembering his vow to me—for what feels like a lifetime ago. "Well, you did promise me forever."

"I meant it,Dani," he insists, his voice hardening with conviction. "I'll keep that vow, no matter what obstacles or enemies stand in our way."

I lift my head to meet his gaze, my voice filled with determination. "I know, and we'll face them together."

His hand slides to my neck, tangling in my hair as he pulls me in for a searing kiss. "You're my everything,Dani. My mate, my heart, my existence," he whispers against my lips.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I hold him close, grateful for the man who came into my life and mended my broken heart. "You're mine, too. Forever and always."

Just then, Syla emerges and nestles between us. Her bright, amber eyes look up at me with concern. Thank the gods, she's okay.

Rhyland practically jumps out of his skin. "What the hell is that?"

Ever the charmer, Syla snuggles up to him like a cat, purring contentedly.

"This adorable fuzzball is Syla; she's a Coatl and the sweetest creature you'll ever meet. Aren't you, my little cutie patootie?" I coo, scratching her ears in that ridiculously high-pitched baby tone.

Rhyland relaxes and slowly pets Syla's head, eliciting a deep purr from her.

"I think she likes you," I whisper, a smile playing on my lips.

"Well, that makes two of us," Rhyland says, his voice low and sultry.

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Oh, really? I had no idea you were so fond of yourself, RhyPie. But I suppose that explains the excessive preening."

He growls, then laughs, pulling me in for a heated kiss that sends sparks dancing across my skin. He slightly pulls back, "RhyPie? I don't know if I will allow that pet name,Angel."

"Oh, come on, it's adorable!" I protest, my eyes twinkling with amusement. "Besides, you call meAngel. I think it's only fair I get to give you an equally cute nickname."

Rhylandraises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Cute? I'm not sure that's the word I'd use. Dashing, perhaps. Or devastatingly handsome."

I roll my eyes, unable to hide my smile. "Fine, how about...Sailor Stud?Vike Spice? Ooh, I know—Fjord Lord!"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "You're such a brat, you know that?"

"And you love it," I retort, pulling him in for another kiss, Syla purring contentedly between us.