Authors: Charisma Knight
Denying Bjorn (12 page)
“Because, I really feel bad about what I did to you. I just feel like I need to apologize to you until the end of time.”
“Sounds to me like someone needs to forgive themselves. Everything that’s happened is in the past, and honestly, I’d much rather focus on the future.”
“So, you still feel the same about me as you did before the pictures?”
“Nothing’s changed,” he assured her. “I must apologize to you because I didn’t know how to deal with those images. I reacted strictly out of emotion. I was hurt and took my feelings out on you.” He grabbed her hands, brought them up to his mouth, and kissed them. “However, I missed the living fuck out of you! All I could think about was you. I don’t give a damn if you were a courtesan in the past. You’re mine now, and you belong to me and only me.”
She smiled and hugged him.
“And please . . . let’s make a promise to one another that there isn’t anything we can’t tell each other. No matter how bad we think it is. Please, promise me that.”
Lydia released him and looked him in the eye. “Yes,” she assured him. “I promise.”
He drew her in for a kiss before lifting her up in his strong arms and carrying her into his bedroom.
“But,” she protested, “I—”
“Are you looking for an excuse not to be with me?” Slowly, he undressed her.
“Bjorn.”
He nuzzled her neck and palmed her breasts just before shedding his clothes. “You know, I should punish you,” he said breathlessly as he quickly removed his T-shirt. “Kneel for me.”
At his demand, she instantly became wet. Something inside her clicked, and the need for him to take control erupted inside of her. Eagerly, she did as he asked, and a blood red sash appeared in his hand.
She gasped. “What are you going to do?” She’d never allowed anyone to bind her.
Bjorn smiled. “Establishing your trust in me.” Gently, he tied the sash around her eyes, making it snug so she couldn’t see what he was doing.
“But . . . I do trust you,” she insisted.
“Shh.” He lightly brushed her cheek and jawbone with the back of his hand. “Don’t speak.”
A thrill of excitement exploded inside her, as did the heat of her arousal fanning through her body like a fast-burning flame. She could feel him moving around her and wondered what he had in store.
“Hands behind your back.”
Again, she did as he asked, placing her hands behind her. Her breasts lifted, and the tips drew into tight little peaks. She gasped when he brushed his fingertips over them ever so lightly.
“Drip for me,” he instructed. His touch ignited every nerve ending, sending exhilarating bolts of energy over her skin, leaving her panting for more. She bit her lip in ecstasy as he bound her wrists together and slowly traced a fiery trail up her spine.
Her wetness dripped down her thigh, as though he willed it. Bjorn’s handling had her body quivering with need, and her mind anticipating what he’d do next.
“Umm,” she breathed as his fingertips stopped and stroked the nape of her neck. She squirmed and gyrated because of the intense wetness developing between her thighs. He’d made her wet so many times before, but tonight, she gushed. She needed more.
As though he read her mind, Bjorn’s fingers slipped between her legs. “Oooh.” She mewled as her chest heaved uncontrollably. “Oh!” She bit her lip once again as he stroked her clit and slipped a finger, then another, deep inside.
She felt him pull his digits out of her and felt his satisfaction. “Oh, doll, you glisten for me.”
That was it. The penetrating depth of his voice drilling through her core, his actions, his pleasure infiltrated her senses, leaving her wanting more.
“So sweet. So wet. All just for me,” he whispered as he stroked her close to orgasm.
Lydia struggled. She wanted to scream out and take on the impending release she knew would be so intense she’d lose her mind. She felt him pushing her gently down, on the silken covers of his bed, baring her ass to his gaze.
She felt him, felt his heated gaze upon her. She could feel it, sliding along the smoothness of her skin, although he didn’t lift a finger. A burning, tingling sensation drilled into her core, extending to her clitoris, making it throb.
A wrapper was torn, and he groaned. Bjorn must have sheathed himself with a condom. He moved close to her. She could feel his weight sinking into the bed along with hers.
Now she was facedown and ass up. She shivered when she heard him groan as he entered her. The exquisite pleasure she endured at his hand made her long for him to free her hands. Eagerly, she pushed back against him as he continued sweetly plowing into her hungry cunt. Their cries echoed in the room as his body slapped mercilessly against Lydia’s. His hands roamed along her body as she closed her eyes, reveling in his exotic way of claiming her on this night.
Instantly, she felt the ties loosen, from an invisible force, no less, while he continued exploring every inch of her flesh with both hands as he rocked her into oblivion.
“Harder,” she demanded as she rose up on her knees, her body rocking into his.
He more than obliged her demand. “Come for me,” he belted out as he drove in and out of her with uncontrolled thrusts.
Those three words pushed her over the edge. As she wriggled and rocked, impaled on his cock, their moans heightening, together they fell apart.
“Lydia!” he groaned as they sank onto the silken covers, together as one.
“Bjorn!” she moaned as he slowly rocked inside her. Her body shook as his fingers slipped beneath her chin, forcing her lips to his.
Hungrily and feverishly, they kissed before surrendering to the aftermath of their lovemaking. He kissed her once more as he removed the blindfold from her eyes.
“Bjorn.”
He kissed her along the side of her neck as she wiggled her ass against his cock. “Yes?” he breathed.
“I want to be with you forever.”
He smiled before kissing her again and tightening his embrace. “You shall, if you choose immortality. If not, then I can give up my immortality…I’d do it just for you. The choice is yours alone.”
“We have time, right? I don’t have to make any decisions anytime soon, do I?” she asked as she snuggled against him.
“Whatever your decision, I shall stand by you always.”
Lydia smiled. Finally, she’d found the man of her dreams, someone who accepted her for what she was and didn’t hold her tainted past against her.
The End
About the Author
Charisma Knight lives in the Maryland area with her darling daughters and her overactive imagination. Her stories contain an erotic, wild edge with a little fantasy sprinkled within. On occasion, some stories deal with real-life situations. There are certain trials and tribulations everyone faces while walking down that cobblestone road called life. Charisma enjoys writing about how her characters triumph over those hurdles, and loves to receive e-mails from readers. You may contact her at [email protected].
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