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“I… I want yer fingers inside me while I…” she trailed off.

She knew the word. She was not naïve. She had heard the maids whisper to one another about what men could do, what pleasure they could give them when they touched them a certain way.

Evander rose a little and sighed. “Again, Freya, ye ken how to test a man’s patience.”

She tugged uncertainly at his clothes. She had seen him in various states of undress, but this was different. Her mouth was almost watering, as embarrassing as it was to admit.

“I trust ye can take off the rest of yer clothes?” she asked, settling back against the pillows, her heart beating hard.

He chuckled, baring his lean form to her eyes. But then hesitation flickered in his eyes.

Freya saw it clearly. She saw not the Wolf, but a man afraid to hurt her.

She reached for his arm, tugging him down so he was lying half over her. Both of them gasped.

“Are ye ready?” he asked, his voice low.

Freya wasn’t sure she would ever be ready, but the only answer she wanted to give him was yes. Despite everything, she was ready. Evander was going to give her something, and she wanted to see where it would lead. To see what he could do to her with just his fingers and tongue.

She nodded, her legs opening wider. “Aye… Please.”

Apparently, she didn’t need to say anything else.

Evander slid two fingers inside her, careful and deliberate. But she did not want him to be careful. She wanted nothing more than to reach her peak.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. Evander let out a soft growl, giving her a dark look, but she also saw the want behind it. He wanted her more than anything.

Maybe nae more than any of the women he had been with before me.

Freya tamped down her jealousy.

It didn’t matter what women he had been with in the past. The only thing that mattered was that he was with her in this very moment. He was her husband, no matter how it had happened.

She almost couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to think such things. She was allowing herself to open up. To imagine what a life with Evander might look like in the long run. Not just with him, but also with the twins she had spent all day watching over.

“Freya, if ye do that again, I daenae think I’m going to be able to control meself.”

She managed a small, uncertain smile. “Perhaps that is me plan.”

He claimed her mouth, his teeth catching her lower lip hard enough to bruise.

Their sounds of pleasure filled the chamber. A fine sheen of sweat covered Evander’s skin. Freya closed her eyes at the sight, then forced them open again. There was nothing to distract her here, no babies to care for or clan to consider. Only them.

He bit down on her lip again, hard enough to leave a mark, then kissed her deeper while his fingers worked inside her. The slight sting and the pleasure mixed until she could scarcely think.

When he broke the kiss, the look in his eyes was almost fierce. His gaze fell to the side of her throat. She tilted her head, offering the soft skin even though her pulse raced.

Evander understood. He set his teeth against the crook of her neck and bit hard enough to bruise, no more. Both of them made low sounds as the pressure sent a sharp, sweet pulse through her.

Someone might see the marks tomorrow, but a part of her almost looked forward to it. She wanted them to see the marks he was leaving on her body.

He did not linger long, just long enough to leave the marks and heighten every sensation. It was a lovely mix of pressure and pleasure. She was certain that he would never hurt her, even if she was not yet certain of anything else.

He lifted his mouth from her neck and kissed her again. All she could do was cling to him, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. His fingers curled inside her, finding the spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.

Pleasure radiated through every inch of her body. Between the bruise forming on her neck and the steady motion of his fingers, she climbed higher and higher. He groaned against her lips as her body tightened around him. His movements grew more frenzied now, less measured, with a desperate edge.

At last, climax crashed over her. Stars burst behind her closed lids, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving faint red crescents in their wake.