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Once we’d finished eating, we got back to the task at hand. Building the slatted frame was easy with the help of the pro tools he had unearthed from a built-in cupboard in the little hallway. I found it strangely sexy to see him handling the electric screwdriver and hammer.

Eventually, we cut open the plastic wrapper on his mattress and heaved it up onto the frame. I’d prepared one of his fitted sheets that he put on while I grabbed the duvet and pillows from his couch. He had to wash the new ones first.

At long last, the rug was in its place, the new lamps were assembled and plugged in, and the plants, plaid, and throw pillows where I wanted them.

With a quick glance at the clock, I saw we had a couple more hours until I had to get on the last train back to Kirkmuir. I lit the thick dark green candle I’d added to his cart with matches he pulled from a kitchen drawer.

“What do you think?” I asked him when I’d placed it on the little dining table and turned to inspect the room. Dusk made the small lamps shine bright, and it looked comfy and relaxing.

Kjartan didn’t say anything, but he crossed the room and hugged me. “Thank you, Vindur. This is wonderful,” the enormous Orc said in a raspy voice, sounding genuinely touched. “It reminds me of home.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I murmured into his shirt.

How does he smell so good?

“Do you still want to try it out?” Kjartan whispered so quietly I had to strain my ears to understand what he was saying.

Before I could say more than “Yeah,” he walked me back a couple of steps and dropped onto the bed, taking me with him.

An embarrassing giggle escaped me when we collapsed on the mattress.

He raised himself up on his elbow, looking down at me for a moment before cradling my face in his massive palm.

“I’ve wanted to do this all afternoon,” he murmured as he ducked down and took my mouth in a gentle kiss.

That the way he kissed me made my toes curl and dick hard must’ve been a sign of my lack of action in the bedroom in the past few months.

But holy shit, I’d never been kissed like that before.

Like I mattered. Like he cared.

Chapter 12

Kjartan

“Please, Kjartan, I need you to kiss me properly,” Beryl gasped against my lips. His fingers slid into my hair and dragged me closer.

He opened his mouth, licked his tongue over my pursed lips, and gently nipped.

How can I not do as he asks?

I cupped the back of his neck, groaning into the kiss as I admitted his probing tongue.

I love the way he tastes.

For the first time in years, I felt alive again in the desperate desire for my sweet Sylph.

His free hand travelled down my back, palming my ass. Bee wasn’t strong enough to pull me down on him, but I came anyway.

Thor knows I need to come so badly.

My cock pressed to my zipper, the confinement way too tight to be comfortable. He groaned when I cautiously moved my hips against his, rubbing our bulges together.

I hate the layers of fabric between us.

Any more of this and I would either turn into a feral beast or come in my underwear.

The hand groping my ass left me, as did the one in my hair. When I retreated to see what he was doing, I realised he was halfway out of his trousers.