The Viking's Captive(46)
She stroked his face. “Then you will have to marry me first, Halvor Stein of Gorstein.”
He frowned. Opened his mouth and closed it again.
“See, you will not. Put me down.” Hurt slashed through her. She would always be his slave, never his wife. “Get off me.” She pushed at him and wriggled.
He kept a tight hold of her. “Will you marry me?”
“I beg your pardon?” She stilled.
“You heard.”
“I need you to repeat it.”
The right side of his mouth twitched, almost into a smile. “I said, will you marry me?”
“I… I think I will. Yes.” Her heart leaped. Halvor did want to be her husband, not just her master. They would be man and wife.
“Good, that is settled then.”
“Thank you, yes. It’s important to me, to my beliefs.”
He continued to walk to the bed, then set her on it. “Remove your undergarments, wife.” He popped open the button on his breeches.
“What?”
“We are married now. We will fuck.”
“No.” She scooted to the other side of the bed. “That isn’t how it works, Halvor.”
“It isn’t?” He pushed his breeches off but still wore his undergarments.
“No, we have to say vows, promise to love and care for each other.”
“So say them.” He crawled onto the bed and came toward her.
Quickly she stood and backed away.
“Duna.” A frown slashed over his brow.
“They have to be said in front of a man of God. A reverend.”
“A reverend.” He rubbed his chin. “Like the man who lives near Asmund?”
“Yes, yes, exactly.”
“And you will not let me take pleasure until then?”
“No.” She pressed her hands over her breasts. “Your seed cannot go inside me until marriage. That is a sin.”
“My seed inside you is the sin?” He nodded slowly and his attention strayed to her nipples, then he glanced outside. “It is too dark to go now, to this reverend.”
“Yes.”
“But we will go first thing morrow, to say those vows.”
She nodded. “If that’s what you wish.”
“It is. But until then.” He stood and grabbed his breeches. He pulled them on and redid the top button. “Let me bring you pleasure, without any sinning.”
“What do you mean?”
He reached out and took her hand. “It’s easier to show you, Duna. Come here onto the bed, you have my word I will not do anything to displease your God.”
She allowed him to tug her to the edge of the bed, but still she hesitated.
“My cock,” he said, cupping his erection over his clothing, “will stay within my breeches. I promise.”
“You promise?”
“Aye. You however, are almost naked and I wish you to stay that way.”
“Almost?”
“It’s a start.” He tugged again and this time she moved onto the bed with him. But she was tense and unsure.
“Shh, relax, lie down.” He urged her onto her back and loomed over her. “You won’t regret it.”
She swallowed as a portion of his weight pressed on her. He was so big, so broad. He could do what he wanted with her and she’d be helpless to stop him. “But… I…”
“What?” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Tell me, what’s concerning you now?”
“Even when we’re married, will it ever work between us? You filling me with your seed?”
“Why would it not?” He appeared confused by the question, yet she thought it a valid one.
“Because you’re so… big, Master, and I’m small.”
He chuckled.
“I don’t see what’s funny about your big cock not fitting inside me.” She huffed.
“But of course it will. Men and women are all different sizes.” His hands roamed to her breasts. “Just because the men of your race, from your island, have small cocks, it doesn’t mean you won’t be able to take a big cock.”
“I don’t know if I could take a small cock.”
He paused, tugging her nipple. “You have never been with a man, have you?”
“No.” She frowned as frustration gnawed at her. “I just told you, I will only join a man in bed when I’m wed. You know full well I’ve never wed or borne a child.”
“Even though you tried to tell me different to start with, when I took you.”
“I hoped that would change the situation. That you would leave me be if you thought I had a husband.”
“Nothing could have changed my mind. I made a decision for you to be mine. I had never felt that strongly before, it was barely even my decision, it was as if the runestones had delivered our meeting as fate.” He was quiet as he watched her nipple rolling beneath his fingertips. “So no one has touched you.”
“Only you.”
“Not even here, your breasts?”
“No, Halvor.” She hesitated, unsure about making herself out to be completely innocent, but what the hell, she was. “And until two minutes ago, I’d never even been kissed.”