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Beryl

K jartan set me on his hips and marched upstairs without a word. Once he’d dropped me on my bed, he pulled my trousers and boxers off and grabbed the bottle of lube I’d strategically placed on my bedside table.

His watchful eyes never left me. They were gentle and loving and drove me out of my mind.

Nobody has ever looked at you like that, Bee.

Kjartan stretched my hole with two thick fingers, making me shudder and my cock drool precum all over my stomach.

“Ready?” he asked me and curled his fingers up against my prostate.

“Oh fuck, yes! So ready. Please!”

I panted like a dog in summer and watched him fuck his lubed up fist a few times. Then my beautiful hunk spread my knees and pulled my ass onto his lap.

His thick cock breached my hole and I forgot everything. All the worries I had about us just faded away, dissolving into the pleasure-pain of his girth stretching my body.

“Er í lagi mee tig?” he asked me in a growling voice.

“Sorry?”

“Ah.” Kjartan shook his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, gorgeous.” I reached down to brush his hands with my fingers. “You are exactly what I need right now. Maybe always.” Damn . “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

His features softened even more. Kjartan held my gaze as he lowered his body on mine.

“It would be the greatest honour of my life to be exactly what you need, Beryl.”

Oh. em. gee.

“Make love to me now, okay?” I whispered, unable to put this huge jumble of feelings inside me into words. It constricted my airways and made me cry. In a good way.

“I will, my little gust of wind.” He brushed the trickle of tears from my face, and then he did as I asked.

It wasn’t rough or fierce like I’d demanded at first. It was slow and gentle and life-changing.

The kind of sex that spoke of forever and scared you to the core.

Between breathless kisses and sweat-slicked skin, we drove each other to the edge.

Even our climaxes felt different. Deeper and stronger than anything we had shared before.

I came without him touching my cock, his name on my lips, and gasped into the air between us like a prayer. He sank into my arms and stilled, his length thickening even more as he filled me up.

“That was…”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed, making me giggle and my ass clench around him. We both hissed.

“I’ll need a break before round two, my sweet.”

“Ugh, same.” I kissed him gently.