65. Danica

Danica

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H is lips trace a fiery trail across my skin, his tongue exploring every inch of my body. I'm burning up from the heat radiating off him. He finds my nipple and sucks it into his mouth, sending electric sparks through my entire being. My back arches as I run my hand through his unruly hair, urging him to take me completely.

He pushes me back onto the bed, spreading my legs with his own, nestling between them.

"Don't cry for me,Angel. I will endure any pain, any suffering, for you—for us."

My heart aches with profound sorrow, consumed by the urge to weep. The thought ofRhylandenduring unimaginable cruelty tears at my soul. His unwavering devotion and unyielding love have captured my heart so completely that it feels as though it rests in his gentle hands—and that's where I want it to remain forever.

His dedication to us is a force so powerful it humbles me. That he would willingly endure heinous torments to protect our bond and future testifies to the depth and purity of his love. It's a love that transcends pain and fear, willing to sacrifice everything for our connection.

I realize now my heart is no longer my own, and I have no desire to reclaim it. It belongs wholly toRhyland, just as he belongs to me. Our souls are irrevocably intertwined by a love that knows no limits and fears no darkness. As I gaze upon this beautiful, broken warrior who fought so valiantly for our love, I silently vow to cherish and protect the precious gift he has given me—his heart, his devotion, and his unbreakable spirit.

"The only tears you're gonna shed," he says, voice thick with a promise, and kisses my lips. "Will be from nothing but pure pleasure."

I'm craving his pleasure like a junkie in need of a fix. I'm talking about that mind-blowing, earth-shattering, panty-dropping kind of love that consumes every inch of your being—I swear, those lips must be laced with some addictive substance because one taste, and I'm hooked, desperate for another hit.

And his promises? Damn, the way he whispers those sweet nothings in my ear, his hot breath sending electrical currents through me... it's enough to make a girl weak in the knees. I need those whispered vows of devotion like I need air to breathe, clinging to them like a lifeline in the midst of all this chaos.

His touch, presence, and unwavering devotion are the anchors I cling to in the tempest of emotions that threaten to sweep me away—I'm ready to get lost in everything that is him and let our passion be the glue that holds me together when everything else seems to be falling apart.

His mouth devours me, lips and tongue tracing wet trails down my neck. With one hand, he pins my wrists above my head, his hold unyielding as he savors every inch of my skin. I moan uncontrollably as he ravages me with his passionate kisses, igniting a fire within me that cannot be tamed.

Jesus! I'm already getting wet just from his skilled mouth alone. Seriously, this man has a knack for revving my engine with the slightest touch or teasing kiss. It's like he's got a direct hotline to my libido, and he's not afraid to dial it up to eleven.

I swear, he could probably make me come with little more than a smoldering look and a well-placed whisper. It's almost unfair how easily he can set my body ablaze with desire, leaving me aching for more of his delicious stimulation.

His hand snakes between my trembling thighs, his fingers instantly finding my throbbing center. "Fuuuck," he growls in a low, lustful voice. "You're dripping,baby." He expertly circles my swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Without warning, he plunges deep inside me, filling me with his thick cock that steals my breath away. Our eyes lock—his a fiery passion and love that drives me wild.

I wrap my legs around his hips, begging for more of him. This is our language of love—raw, passionate, and unbridled. But he's in control, moving slowly and deliberately to make sure I feel every inch of him inside me. My breath hitches as he hits that perfect spot deep within me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body.

"You're the anchor that keeps me from going overboard, my damn salvation, and the love I never thought I'd find or even fuckin' deserve."Rhyland's ocean-blue eyes are aflame with passion and desire as they cut through to my very soul. "You're the light that cuts through my darkness, my fire, and all fucking mine."

"Yours," I whisper against his lips.

His deep, rumbling words stake his claim over me, igniting an inferno of desire within my core. Each possessive declaration, each dominant command, is a spark to my already smoldering passion, setting my body and soul ablaze with need.

His assertion of ownership, his unwavering authority over me, is an aphrodisiac like no other. It intoxicates me, a potent elixir of his unyielding dominance and my own wanton submission.

I crave his mark, branding me with his words and bite. Every growled "mine" and forceful "you belong to me" is a delicious reminder of our unbreakable bond and primal connection.

I'll never tire of being claimed so completely by my Viking king. I hunger for the thrill of surrendering to his dominance, of being wholly owned by this powerful, magnetic man.

I revel in his possessive words, letting them wash over me like a tidal wave of erotic promise. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more—more of his dominance, his claiming, everything that makes me his. As I lose myself in the intoxicating dance of our passion, I know this is where I belong, enraptured by the symphony of his possession and my eager submission.

His lips collide with mine in an electrifying frenzy, his tongue navigating a dance with mine in impeccable harmony, synchronizing with my every move. I crave the fervor in him, the untamed force of nature he embodies. Sure, this gentle version ofRhylandis breathtaking, but I'm longing for him to unleash all that he is. I'm aware he's being cautious not to overwhelm me, to soothe my apprehensions and sorrows. But to hell with caution. What I truly yearn for is the raw passion of his unconstrained affection.

I wiggle my hands out of his tight grasp and clench his hair tightly, pulling as he teases me with slow, torturous strokes. "Rhyland," I moan, my voice dripping with desire and impatience, "stop playing games..." I hope he's catching on to what I desire from him.

He chuckles, genuine and raw, the rumble vibrating deep within his chest. "Look at you—getting all demanding on me?" He teases, his voice dripping with alpha dominance. "You want to get fucked,baby? Hmm? Want me to take this pussy and own it?" He thrusts his hips, stealing my breath away with the slow, deliberate motion. This man has honed my body to crave rough, degrading, primal sex. "Want me to treat you like my whore?"

"Fuck. Y-yes, please." I plead, my arousal surging at his filthy words.

I know I should feel degraded and disgusted by his crude words and possessive behavior. But instead, I'm the polar opposite—completely turned on and willing to be anything he wants me to be. It's like he's cast a spell over me, making me feel safe and cherished with his filthy talk. I'm putty in his hands, ready to be molded into whatever shape he desires, and god help me; I've never wanted anything more in my life.

In the blink of an eye, I'm yanked off the bed and plastered against the wall, my hands flat against the wall like a criminal under arrest—Rhyland's hard cock giving my backside a friendly nudge.

"Mmm...you know what that begging does to me, sweetheart," he says. "It makes me feral. " That last word is a whisper against my ear, and I'm covered in goosebumps.

Good.

"Don't hold back," I purr, my voice dripping with raw desire. "Take what you need from me,Rhyland." I bite my lip, shy but determined to voice my desires. "Use my body however you want, in all your wickedly delicious—"

Rhyland's fingers cut off my words, gripping my hair and digging into the sensitive spot at the base of my nape, giving me a delightful yank—his other hand, with a bruising grip on my hip, has me praying for some deep purple bruises come morning.

There he is.

Here's the man I crave more than anything—raw, rough, and undeniably the epitome of a Viking alpha.

"You're treading on dangerous ground,baby—you sure you know what you're getting into? Think you can handle the beast inside?"

I give a heated nod in response, feeling a searing desire ignite within me at his commanding words.

"I've been dreaming about you,Angel, for weeks . Dreams of feeling your tight pussy clenching my cock, of pounding into you so hard and deep you're fucking breathless and senseless."

His chest presses into me, forcing the air from my lungs in a sharp gasp. His hot breath ghosts over my neck as he grinds his hips into me, reducing me to a mute, aroused mess. My arousal drips down my thighs, a testament to the intensity of the moment.

He releases my hair. "Stay put. Don't you dare move," he commands, his voice thick with authority.

His lips press against my skin, gliding down my spine with a trail of wet kisses. His mouth finds my ass, teasing and nibbling at it roughly, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within me. I can't help but push back into his kisses.

"Now, bend down and grab your ankles," he demands, and I do.

He drops to his knees and spreads my ass cheeks apart, eagerly devouring me from behind, his tongue delving deep into the tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the sudden pleasure, unable to resist his boldness any longer. I give in to the sensation of his mouth on me, my body igniting with desire as he expertly licks and teases me.

This man has got a thing for my ass, and I'm not complaining one bit.

I push into him, offering him access as he spreads me open more, and his mouth lavishes attention on my most sensitive area. I moan at the filthy sensation, my body arching in response. My head buzzing from this position. His hand travels up my inner thigh, rubbing my arousal and then finding my clit. He rubs it slowly, finding just the right rhythm as he continues to eat me out from behind—going from clit to ass in long licks and slurps.

I'm being devoured, igniting the most intensely erotic sensations that set my entire being ablaze with wanton need.

His moans, growls, and slurps only intensify everything. My mind begins to white out from the intense sensation, and my breaths are shallow and ragged.

"You like getting your ass eaten,Angel?" He growls between licks, his voice thick with power.

I can't answer. I'm consumed by him entirely, my body and mind surrendering to his dominance.

"Answer me,Dani—You like being my filthy whore?"

It's one thing to experience it but another to actually admit to it. But that'sRhyland, always pushing my boundaries and making me voice what I want.

He slaps my ass hard, the sound echoing off the walls. I scream at the contact, the pleasure and pain melding together. "Yes...Y-yes!" I answer, my voice trembling with want.

Rhylandis up and has his hand wrapped around my throat before I take my next breath. "You fucking crave it, don't you? My cock filling up that tight little hole of yours," he growls, pressing me harder against the wall. His rock-hard dick teases at my entrance, sending shivers down my spine.

His vise-like grip on my windpipe swallows my nod, the lack of oxygen heightening my pleasure. He knows he has complete control over me, and it only turns me on more. I grind against him, begging him to claim me. He firmly grips my pussy with his other hand, then coats my ass with my own arousal.

"You're gonna come hard with my cock deep inside you. And I can't fucking wait to hear you scream my name," he growls against my throat.

He leisurely pushes his cock into my dripping center, making me wait in agony. His thick thumb finds its way to my ass, no doubt remembering how he prepared it earlier. His thumb enters me slowly, pulling out and thrusting back in, teasing me mercilessly and causing deep moans to escape my throat.

"Rhy—"

His hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my words as his cock rams into my drenched pussy. My body spasms with each thrust, the lack of air adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Blinding white flashes fill my vision, but I am lost in the sensation of him filling me completely. He pounds into me relentlessly, taking me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back and starting again. The vulgar sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, consuming us both in our lust.

The sensation of suffocation teases my senses asRhylandpounds into me—pushing me to the brink of consciousness. I never knew depravity could turn me on so much, but being fucked while struggling for air is an irresistible and intoxicating kink, and I crave every filthy, dirty moment of it.

I'm losing it, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that'll split me in two. Both holes are occupied, and the feeling is utterly mind-blowing.

"Godsdammn, you're so fucking tight,baby," he groans. "Fucking come on me,baby. Come all over my cock." My body coils tighter, desperate for oxygen. But I don't give a damn—he finally lets go of my throat, and I gulp in a lungful of air as my orgasm takes over, screaming his name in ecstasy.

At my earth-shattering orgasm, I'm pretty sure I squirted like a geyser. I'm drenched in my own juices, and they're trickling down my legs.

"That's it,Angel. Christ. Drown me..."Rhylandhas a thing for my squirting. He's a master at making me explode like a damn fountain.

"Fucking scream louder—let everyone hear how beautiful you sound coming on my cock." He smacks my ass hard. "That's one..."

I'm sure I sound like a wailing banshee because my voice cracks, and my throat feels like it's been sandpaper-sandwiched.

Rhylandroughly spins me around, lifting me with ease as he slides effortlessly back into my pussy. He slams me against the wall, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood as he ravages my mouth with his tongue. His hips thrust forcefully, matching the rhythm of our passionate kisses. I grind and ride him with a desperate need for another release, but he knows how to make me wait, teasingly slowing his pace just when I'm about to climax.

"Is this what you fucking want,Angel?" he grunts, "Huh?" his tongue lapping at my neck as he thrusts deeper. "For me to own this pussy—to fuck you hard?"

I gasp and moan, my body trembling, unable to resist his raw, animalistic desire. "Yes!" I cry out. "Always... just like this!" I moan, my body surrendering to the savage, primal lustRhylandawakens in me. I'll always hunger for his rough, unfiltered desire and never get enough of it.

"Good girl,"Rhylandgrunts, his voice thick with desire. "That's all you'll ever get from me." He continues his brutal thrusts, his powerful strokes sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Suddenly, his teeth are in my neck, and he bites down hard, his primal instincts taking over as he fucks me relentlessly against the wall. I feel my blood trickling down my breasts—a mixture of pain and pleasure courses through my body as I surrender to him completely. My orgasm builds again; my pussy flutters and tightens aroundRhyland's cock, and I explode again in an earth-shattering release, coating us both in a slick layer of my cum.

That's whatRhylanddoes to me—consumes and ravages me until I am nothing but a quivering mess at his mercy.

"Fuuuck. I love it when you come undone around me," he growls, licking my neck. "That's two,baby. I've got some catching up to do." His lips devour mine, taking my breath away.

I melt into his embrace, every fiber of my being yielding to my Viking god's irresistible dominance. My body, heart, and soul are all his for the taking, and I couldn't be more elated to surrender myself completely to his deepest desires.

As his hands roam over my curves with possessive hunger, I arch into his touch, silently begging for more. I want to be the vessel into which he pours all of his pent-up passion, the canvas upon which he paints his most primal urges. I crave the exquisite pleasure of being utterly owned by him, of giving myself over to his every whim and fantasy.

The thought of being at his mercy, of allowing him to use me as he sees fit, sends delicious shivers racing down my spine. I'm intoxicated by the idea of being his plaything, his whore, his goddess, his everything—the one person who can offer him solace and ecstasy in a world that seems hell-bent on tearing us apart.

I relinquish control and embrace the delirious bliss of being conquered by my Blue-Eyed Berserker. I know there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, wrapped in his arms, surrendering to the exquisite pleasure only he can provide.

He sinks his sharp fangs into the plump mound of my breast, eliciting a throaty cry of pleasure from me. As he sucks and pulls, his fat cock continues to thrust deeply into me, driving him closer to the brink and pushing me onto yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

I moan, clinging to him desperately. He lifts his head briefly, allowing a trickle of my blood to drip between us as he resumes his relentless assault on my senses. "I can't get enough—you're so sweet,Angel. So addictive." He latches onto my breast again—sucking and feeding. His venom only sends more waves of pleasure through me, signaling my next climax.

"Rhyland…" I'm left to only whimpers.

Rhyland's pace intensifies, his powerful thrusts slamming into me with a force that leaves me breathless. His thick cock finds that exquisite spot inside me, causing my vision to blur as I'm overcome with pleasure.

"Shiiiit,baby—I'm—" he growls as he releases deep within me, coating the inside of my body with his hot cum. "Fucking fuck." His moans and sexual sounds envelop me as I reach my third climax of the night, completely at his mercy.

In the aftermath of our passionate encounter, we find ourselves standing entwined, chests heaving as we struggle to regain our composure. The air around us is thick with the lingering scent of our lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and raw, unbridled emotion.

As our hearts' frenzied beating gradually slows,Rhylandleans in, his lips brushing against my temple in a tender, almost reverent kiss. This simple, sweet, and loving gesture starkly contrasts the primal intensity of our recent coupling, sending a fresh wave of warmth and affection coursing through my veins.

Pulling back slightly,Rhylandrests his forehead against mine, the intimate contact serving as a wordless affirmation of our unbreakable bond. As our breaths mingle and our skin remains flushed with the evidence of our shared passion, I feel a profound sense of connection, of two souls perfectly in tune with one another.

Gazing into his eyes, I see a reflection of my own emotions—the love, the devotion, the unwavering commitment that binds us together.

"Three down, and I'm fucking far from being finished with you,Angel."

Well, shit! This man is going to be the death of me. Death by orgasms—it's a great way to go.