Good Morning, Smár Einn!
I cut off last chapter to have PLENTY of time this weekend ;)
Thank you to Mel, Jill, and Paige!
.: Fimm Tigir ok Tveir :.
Cheers around the hall follow Edvard and me as he leads us away from the festivities. I'm scarlet with embarrassment, and only his hand firmly around mine keeps me from running to hide from the attention. Edvard leads me to a small bedchamber off the main hall where I've often seen Kári and Eydís retire at night.
The moment we are through the room, the din of the hall dims to a background noise.
Kári and Eydís' room is small, but cozy. There is a large pile of furs I take to be the bed, a small hearth that currently has a warm fire blazing in it on the other side of the room, and in the middle, a table and two low stools. It's simple, but by far the most private room I've seen since arriving in this world.
Edvard moves into the room, gently tugging me along. I move on autopilot, nearly disassociating from my own body as I try to grapple with the realization of what is about to happen.
I've never been more excited or more nervous for anything.
"It is tradition that six members of our family come with us to the bedchamber," Edvard says, turning to me and bringing my hand to his chest. He must see the alarm on my face because he smiles, dipping his head to kiss me tenderly. "I have gone through a great deal of negotiation to ensure they stay away."
"W-why would they be here?" I ask as his hand comes up, brushing along my jaw.
"To be certain our marriage has been consummated."
I let out a harsh breath that sounds like a strangled laugh. "I can't imagine anyone worrying about that for us, would they?"
Edvard smiles. "That is how I've been able to convince them to stay away," he admits to me.
I lick my lips, my anxiety creeping up again. "I'm glad," I whisper. I know for a fact that if I had an audience for this, I'd chicken out. There would be no way.
Edvard nods in agreement, his forehead resting against my own. "I do not wish our first time to be hurried or witnessed by anyone else," he whispers. My skin breaks out into gooseflesh as his words wash over me. I know this is not his first time, but then I decide I don't want to know his history, so I don't say anything. I don't care who else he's been with, so long as he's with me for the rest of his life.
"Edvard?" I ask, my voice as soft as a dove's coo. I hear him hum. "Kiss me."
I feel his smile as his body shifts, his lips descending on mine. His hands and arms wrap around me, cradling me to his strong chest as I fuse myself to him like a barnacle. My fingers weave through his hair, tugging the beautiful silky locks. With every tug of my fingers, I can feel Edvard growing hungrier for me.
My fingers sink deeper to stop from shaking with nervousness.
"Smár Einn," Edvard groans, breaking our kiss. We are both panting, and my eyes flicker open to meet his gaze. "I wish to see you."
I take a shaking breath, but nod. I untangle myself from Edvard, reaching up to release the brooches from my dress. The outer apron flutters to the ground as I gather the brooches into my hands. Edvard reaches out, taking them from me and setting them on the table. I'm standing in front of him in nothing more than my shift dress, and I'm acutely aware of the fact that my nipples are aching, visible through my dress as they seek his touch. His eyes flicker over me, and I shift, embarrassed and aroused simultaneously.
Edvard steps toward me, one of his hands landing at my waist. "I have dreamed of this," he whispers, his fingers grazing over the linen. "I have dreamed of the feel of your skin against mine, dreamt of the taste of you." He punctuates his sentence with a kiss that makes my head grow dizzy. "I've tried to imagine all of you for so long."
I take a breath, finding the courage in me. "You have me," I whisper. He smiles, his large hand splaying over my thigh and gently gathering the material of my dress. I can feel it lift above my ankles and Edvard raises it higher. I let him tug the dress up over my head until I'm left standing in front of him in nothing but my braided hair.
Edvard's eyes meet mine first, and it's only after he's sure I'm okay, I see his eyes start to drift down my body. I am acutely aware of every millimeter his eyes land on, and my skin buzzes to life with electricity under his gaze.
I watch his face, unable to fully read the dark look in his eyes until his gaze meets mine again. When it does, I gasp at the unfiltered hunger I see.
"Oh, Smár Einn," he groans, leaning down to kiss me again. His hand slips over my back, lighting my skin on fire, and I shiver in his arms. "You are more beautiful than anything I've ever dreamed."
I've never felt beautiful before, not like this. Edvard makes me feel beyond beautiful, beyond treasured. Edvard makes me feel worshiped.
His rough hands have a gentle touch as they skate across my skin, and I cling to him, willing him to guide me where I fear instinct might fail.
"Your body is made for pleasure," he murmurs, his beard scraping against my lips as he speaks. "Let me show you, please."
My heart is racing, my skin already hot with desire and need, and all I can think is more.
"Yes," I pant, the word coming out in English. Edvard seems to understand me though, because in a single, swift movement, he lifts me off the floor so that my thighs part, circling his waist. I am open in a way I've never been, and the rough linen of his tunic brushes against the most sensitive parts of me, from my breasts, all the way to the aching place between my thighs. My fingers clench around his shoulders as he shifts us across the room.
His lips capture mine again, and I am lost to the taste of him. I drink him in like I've never done before, and it's like having my first true cup of water after living in a desert one hundred years.
The mere taste of him fills me so much that I am trembling in his arms.
He bends, placing me onto the bed of furs, and the soft texture against the coarseness of his tunic sends my skin into a hypersensitive state.
"I devote my life to you," Edvard whispers, his lips brushing down my jaw, sending my head tilting back. I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as he nips at my earlobe. How is it that I can feel that between my legs? "Together, we will discover every secret of our bodies. In our marriage bed, there will be nothing but pleasure and love." His words are punctuated by kisses down my throat, and my body jerks in surprise as he laps at my collarbones. "It is my life's work to uncover every morsel of pleasure you are capable of, and show you ones you never thought possible." His beard brushes the sensitive skin of my breast, and I stop breathing as his mouth descends on my nipple. It is warm and wet, and I didn't think my breasts could derive pleasure, but oh how I was wrong. The ache in me grows deeper and deeper as Edvard lavishes my breasts, offering equal attention between them.
"Edvard." My voice is a moan, pleading, though I know not what for. I feel his lips curl into a smile around one nipple, and he releases me, pressing a kiss in the valley between my breasts.
"My Smár Einn," he murmurs against my skin. "Already your body grows hungry for me." His hand slides down my body, starting at my neck and tracing over my nipples before dipping to my stomach. My breath hitches as his hand slips lower and lower until his fingers are nestled right at the apex of my thighs. My hips jerk, completely out of my control, seeking something.
Edvard follows the trail his fingers left burning in my skin, kissing my sensitive flesh and moving down my body. He stops at the birthmark on my stomach, kissing it tenderly and making my muscles flinch in surprise. He smiles against my skin and continues down until I can feel his breath on my thighs. I jerk in surprise, sitting halfway up.
"W-what are you doing?" I squeak, alarmed to find him down there. Edvard grins, his smile warm and playful as he rubs his chin on the inside of my leg. I feel my muscles twitch in response.
"Your body must be ready for me," he says, and I can feel the vibrations of his voice between my legs. My body clenches. "And I wish to drink from you."
I have no words. I have no idea what he's talking about, or what he's planning, and my body is so warm and so on edge, that it's hard for me to clear my mind enough to ask.
His eyes locked on mine, I watch as Edvard's head dips lower, his beard brushing my sensitive skin, his hot breath sending shivers through me. He smiles at me faintly before he surprises the hell out of me by sticking his tongue out and licking my flesh. It is unlike anything I've ever experienced, and instinctively, my body jerks as a flash of pleasure unlike I've ever known lances through me. My heart is pounding so loud I almost can't hear anything else. I had no idea he could use his mouth like this, for this. What else don't I know?
Edvard's tongue comes against me again, and I cry out, unable to hold in the sounds pouring out of me. I throw my head back against the bed, panting, my eyes squeezing shut. My heart has relocated between my thighs, and all I can feel is the pulsing need Edvard is building in me. I want more.
"Smár Einn," Edvard murmurs, his beard tickling my lower lips and sending shockwaves through my body. My nipples—already aching—harden even more. "You are sweeter than any flower." He licks again, and I cry out, my legs wrapping around his head instinctively as my hands seek out his hair. His hands wrap around my thighs as he nuzzles me again. "More potent than the strongest ale." He licks again, his tongue delving deeper into me, and I jerk, my legs flexing around his head. "Richer than the finest honey."
I think I might have a heart attack; my pulse is racing so fast. My hips shift, seeking his touch again, and I feel him smile as he goes back in, his tongue moving in and out of me with such rapid precision, I'm left completely and utterly speechless. My body is covered in a light sheen of sweat as I writhe under Edvard and his relentless tongue.
His hand comes around my thigh, and one long finger traces my opening before dipping into me. It's an entirely new sensation, and my breath hitches, my heart stuttering. Muscles I didn't know I had are flexing around him, trying desperately to bring his finger deeper inside me.
Edvard shifts his tongue's attention slightly higher, nipping and sucking at a point that nearly blacks out my vision with the pleasure it produces.
"Let yourself fall, Smár Einn. Give in to your pleasure."
His beard scrapes my thighs once more, and his finger curls in me while his mouth sucks on that single point. The combination of it all undoes me, and for a terrible moment, I'm scared that I am unraveling into the universe, just as I had when I first arrived here.
My body is screaming in pleasure, losing track of itself as I dissipate into the stars.