Dreams of a Dark Warrior

it.”
Just as I will see to it that you come to love me.
But he knew it would take time. She was still hesitant about remaining with him for longer than their agreed-upon three months.
    Ah, but Reginleit had begun to light up—literally—every time he came into view. And with each battle, he moved closer to the time he would claim her completely. He couldn’t fight them fast enough, at times wondering how much longer he could resist the fated pull to her.
    When her gaze dipped to his erection tenting the blanket, she murmured, “Perhaps our training can begin in the morn?” She was already trembling, her claws curling for her man. She clearly
had
been awaiting his return.
    He took the swords from her and sheathed them in a rush. “In the morn, then. For now, I am going to kiss you as I’ve craved all day.” He swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the furs and laying her atop them. After ridding himself of the blanket, he followed her down.
    He made short work of her kirtle, baring her body to his greedy gaze. Where to kiss her first? Her taut nipples strained for attention. He’d see to them.
    When his lips closed over one, her back bowed and lightning struck outside.
    As he suckled her, she clutched him close, kneading the muscles in his back with growing fervor. He released the damp tip once it was nice and stiff, blowing on it.
    “Aidan!”
    As she arched for more, he turned to her other one, twirling his tongue around it. She was so damned responsive to him. Her breasts were exquisitely sensitive, her ears as well. And her sex … He savored that secret part of her, could lick her for hours. With that aim in mind, he relinquished her breasts and eased downward, settling her thighs over his shoulders.
    With his first lick of her flesh, pleasure overwhelmed him. Little wonder that he grew ravenous to taste her, grew irritable in battle when denied his hours of kissing her sweet sex. Yes, he did kill quicker just to get back to this honey sooner.
    His tongue snaked over that sensitive bud, but she was already about to peak. He grinned against her flesh. His little goddess was lusty.
    “Your fingers, Aidan,” she moaned. She loved to be penetrated, even when he licked her. She would come hard around his fingers when he sank them deep inside her.
    His Reginleit was so ready to be claimed completely. Merely awaiting him. “You’ll come too quick, love.”
    She made a sound of frustration, but he wanted to keep her on edge. So he drew back, lying down and lifting her to straddle his head. Like this, he could watch her writhe above him, her skin glowing hotly.
    He clamped his arms over the tops of her thighs, fixing her tight to his mouth. As he lapped at her core again and again, his shaft stood rigid as a pole.
    She moaned low. “Please, Aidan, now …
now
.”
    Unable to deny her, he plunged his stiffened tongue, once, twice, his hips thrusting in time—
    She threw her head back as she came atop him. “Ah, gods, yes!” She undulated over his mouth, rocking on his tongue. Lightning streaked outside, and thunder rumbled across the land as he licked her orgasm, groaning in bliss. …
    Once he’d wrung every last moan from her, they both collapsed on the furs, catching their breath.
    Yet then she began to kiss down his neck, continuing a sensuous path to his chest and lower.
    Gods, if she could be just as hungry for him as he was for her. He hadn’t pushed for this pleasure from her. She was still young, and he wanted to ease her intoit. He knew his actions in the beginning could help determine whether she loved the act or hated it—for eternity.
    “Reginleit, what are you doing?”
    “I want to kiss you. As you keep kissing me.”
    He coughed into his fist, striving for an offhand tone. “Oh, then, and what do you know of suckling a man?”
    She gazed up at him, her ears twitching. “I know from the timbre of your voice ’tis
very
important to you.”
    “Perceptive, Valkyrie,” he said with pride.
And every day I love her more than the last.
    “Teach me how.”
    With an audible swallow, he guided her head down, loving the feel of her hair gliding over his chest, his nipples. “Press your lips here, Reginleit”—he pointed to the swollen crown—“and give it a lick.”
    She darted her tongue along the slit, and he uncontrollably gave up a bead of semen. “You do not have to …” He trailed off when she eagerly lapped at him, as if she sought more.
    “I like this