His to Take by Kallista Dane Page B

orgasm poured through her whole body, shocking her to the core. He always saw that she was satisfied first before allowing himself to let go. She’d never known that feeling him come inside her could send her over the edge. Never before realized that giving herself completely to her lover would trigger her own release, leave her completely satisfied.
    She collapsed onto the bed with him still lodged deep inside her. His heart thudded against her back and he rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. Holding her close even as their bodies came apart.
    “You’re my woman now, in every way.” His words were barely a breath against her ear. “You belong to me—and I to you. Forever.”

Chapter Six
     
     
    “When can I open my eyes?”
    “Just a little longer.”
    Selena shivered as she made her way hesitantly through the ankle-deep snow that had fallen during the night. Haldor had both her hands in his as he led her down the path.
    “Remember—if you open your eyes before I say you can, you’ll get another spanking.” Teasing this time, his voice warm.
    She responded the same way. “Oooh. What kind of spanking? Will it be another one of those that I have to beg you for?”
    “Those are for the times when you’ve been especially good. Peeking now would be naughty.”
    “I won’t peek,” she assured him. “I’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day before. I don’t even care what the surprise is. I love it already—just because you’ve gone to all this effort to do something special.”
    “You can thank Ingrid for that. She told me all about the holiday. An entire day dedicated to showing love to those who mean the most to us. She’s been nagging Kylar about it, ever since she heard about the custom from one of the first Earthers who came here through the Portal a few years ago. Wants him to adopt it as one of our traditions here on Gadolinium. He wasn’t interested before, but now that he has Talia, I think he may change his mind. Careful here.” He stopped and she heard the scrape. A door against a stone floor?
    She took another step and felt the hard, smooth surface underfoot. Warmth flooded through her. The scent of wood smoke filled the air and she could hear the unmistakable crackle of fire in a hearth. They’d taken the wagon a long way into the woods before he made her close her eyes for the last part of the journey. Had he brought her to a country inn? There were no other voices. No sounds at all. She had the sense that they were completely alone.
    He led her a few more steps, then stopped.
    “All right. You can open your eyes now.”
    She knew him so well by now that she detected a note of something different in his voice. Nervousness? Uncertainty? It was so unusual that she was almost afraid to open her eyes. Whatever he had in store was obviously very important to him. She reminded herself to act thrilled even if he’d brought her to see a new cooking pot he’d had made for her.
    Slowly she opened her eyes.
    A large empty room, shrouded in darkness. Obviously still under construction. Light from the fire in the massive hearth at one end of the room barely reached the farthest corners. She turned in a circle, taking it all in. Stone walls, wooden rafters overhead. Large window openings covered with rough boards. The floor beneath laid with smooth blocks of stone.
    She came all the way around, face to face with Haldor.
    “What do you think?”
    “It’s… it’s huge.”
    He beamed. “Yes. And it’s going to be even bigger. This is only the great room. We can sleep here at first, over in that corner. And there’s plenty of room for a table in the middle, big enough to share a meal with friends. In the evening, we can pull up our chairs close to the fire. I’m going to work on it while we live here. Add on over time. Bedrooms. First one for us. Then…” He stopped and this time there was no mistaking his nervousness. “There’s plenty of space to build more rooms—for little