Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(15)

I cry out, the climax erupting through me like liquid fire as I strain against the ropes, screaming my pleasure into the furs of his bed. Tor just keeps tasting me too, licking me right through it as his big hands grip me tight, his fingers digging into my skin.

I’m still trembling as I feel the rope being cut away from my wrists, and I collapse panting onto the bed. Tor rolls me over, my legs spreading wide for him almost automatically as he moves between them on his knees. Our eyes lock in the flickering dimness of the tent, and when I watch his hands move to the laces of his breeches, my heart starts to beat faster. He starts to untie them, pulling the pants open and pushing them down over his muscled hips. My breath catches, and my eyes go wide as the little trail of hair leads lower and lower down his chiseled abs, until suddenly, I can see the base of… of his…

I swallow.

Of his cock.

My heart skips, and suddenly, Tor shoves the breeches all the way down. His manhood springs free of them, and my jaw drops.

Oh. My. God.

Tor is a very big man, but even on a man his size, the cock that literally falls out of his pants is enormous. He’s so thick, and so damn long, with a fat, swollen head and a veined, throbbing shaft that arches from his grooved hips.

He growls, shoving his breeches down and kicking them away, and my eyes are actually locked onto his massive, gorgeous, frightening, and yet utterly irresistible looking cock. Something glistening drips from the little hole at the tip of his thick crown, trickling down his pulsing shaft and glistening in the candlelight. Beneath, I can see his big, swollen balls swaying full and heavy between his muscled thighs.

And seeing his cock is like setting a flame to dry grass. Because suddenly, I don’t just want him, I crave him. I want him in a way that terrifies me. I want him to pin me to the bed, spread my legs, and show me everything he can do with that cock.

Tor wraps a hand around the base, and when he starts to stroke himself as his eyes wash over me, I can’t stop the moan from tumbling from my lips.

“You’ve never been with a man, have you,” he growls.

I swallow thickly, my pulse thundering. I can’t even form words, and I just shake my head as my eyes drink in the sight of his thick cock.

“And this,” he purrs. His hand reaches out to cup my pussy, making me whimper as his thumb traces up and down my slit.

“This has never known the feel of a big cock stretching it open, and filling it up with inch after inch, has it?”

I moan, panting as I shake my head.

I. Want. Him.

I know the traditions of where I come from, and what I’ve been told all my life. I know doing even what we’re doing now before we’re married by a man of God is a sin. But if this is a sin, I’m already damned, because I know there’s no stopping this. Not when his hands are on me like this. Not when his eyes are blazing into mine. Not when every single part of me craves him in a way that almost terrifies me.

Tor moves over me, spreading my legs, one fist against the bed next to me, keeping him hovered above me, the other reaching up to cup my jaw. He leans down, and when our lips crush together, I know my fate is sealed.

I know I’m not leaving this tent not being his.

I moan into the kiss, aching for more, kissing him with every part of me as he kisses me like a beast claiming his prize. Our bodies writhe together, his thick cock laying across my pussy and my belly, rubbing me just enough to have me panting for more.

“Tor,” I whisper heatedly, trembling against him. “Tor, I—”

“The traditions of your land,” he growls. “I know them. I know this is forbidden by your holy men until we’ve wed. Rhona, I want you. It’s everything in my power right now not to just take you, like a beast might take his mate.”

I whimper, panting as he rolls his hips, grinding the underside of his thickness against my aching clit.

“But I won’t hurt you. I won’t harm you or take what you won’t give to me willingly.”

“And if I do?”

My voice is like a leaf on the breeze—delicate, floating, at the mercy of the wind.

“If I do want to give it to you, willingly?” I lean up, my hand on his cheek as I kiss him slowly. “All of me?”

Tor’s deep growl sends a shiver through all of me, his eyes blazing with fire.

“Rhona, do not tempt me more than I’ll be able to resist. Do not push me to that edge where I won’t be able to stop myself. Because once you do, I can’t promise that I won’t take you and everything you have to offer. I can’t promise I won’t claim your little cunt as my own, and give you all my cock, until you’re full of me. Keep teasing and tempting me, and I won’t stop until I’ve emptied my seed deep in your womb. I won’t cease until I’ve rutted you like a beast. And I’ll keep taking you, again and again, until you’re bred with my heir. Until your virgin cunt is full of my cum, your belly swollen with child.”

I cry out, shuddering against him as I yank him down and kiss him fiercely.

“And if I want to?” I whisper heatedly. “If I want to temp you? And tease you?”

“I’m not joking, Rhona,” Tor grunts, fire in his eyes. “I won’t be able to stop my—”

“So don’t,” I whisper, biting my lip. Because I know what I want. I know what I’m ready for. And I know the only man I want to give my everything to is the savage, rough, beautiful warrior hovering above me. The man who’s stolen me and taken my heart.