The Viking's Captive(47)
“You hadn’t.” He shook his head. “Those men on your island do not know beauty when they see it. Imbeciles.”
“I wasn’t without offers.”
He smiled and swept his lips over hers as he tugged her nipple a little harder. “So what stopped you from taking them up on those offers?”
“I guess I’m picky.” She ran her fingers into his hair again, enjoying the fact she could touch it, touch him and the way he was touching her. “Maybe I was waiting for someone special to come along.”
Chapter Seventeen
Halvor gazed down at the half naked woman sprawled on his bed. He’d meant it when he’d said the runestones had planned their meeting, their ending up here in his home, desiring each other. He truly believed she was destined for him. Never had he felt this way about a woman.
And damn, she was so sweetly innocent, his wife to be.
But that would have to change, at his hand.
He kissed her deeply, enjoying the slight lavender scent of her skin and the taste of her lips and tongue. For so long he’d wanted to kiss her, and now he’d finally given into it.
And thank goodness she seemed to be happy about kissing him back.
Silently he cursed to Odin about her beliefs and needing the reverend. But equally some preparation time, before she did, as she’d said, take his big cock, might serve them well.
He trailed his lips over her cheek, then down her neck.
She arched her back and groaned when he tugged her nipples, squeezing them too.
His cock surged, but he knew it would have to stay confined to his breeches. He was a man of his word, one of the things he prided in himself.
Sliding down the bed a little, he took her nipples into his mouth. They were like sweet berries, taut against his tongue, and so responsive.
“Halvor,” she gasped, gripping his hair. He adored the feel of her fingers on his head, tugging at his hair roots; he could almost gauge how much she was enjoying his attention to her breasts because of it. His one other time of doing this to her felt so long ago. He’d never let such an amount of time lapse again between adoring her body this way.
“You’re small but perfect,” he said, cupping the undersides of her breasts and pushing them together. He licked up her cleavage, wanting more of her taste, more of her in his hands. He just wanted her, all of her.
No. Wait. The time will come.
Slipping lower still, he kissed her navel, then ran his hands over her slender waist and the flare of her hips. He tucked his fingers into her undergarments.
“What… what are you doing?”
“We need these off,” he said.
“But I…”
“Duna, I may be about to be your husband, but that won’t change the fact you have to obey me.”
“Even… even in the marital bed?”
He grinned. Should he push it? Because of course he wouldn’t really do anything sexually he thought she’d hate, or would pain her. His only goal was pleasure for both of them. “Yes,” he said, connecting his gaze with hers. “It’s called trust.”
Her lips parted and she took in a shaky breath, the ripe mounds of her breasts juddering.
He smiled and pulled at her undergarments. He wanted her naked. He wanted to see her, all of her. And after that he wanted to hear her cries of delight, and feel her writhing under his touch.
Sitting back on his haunches, he removed her undergarments. Then carefully he folded them and set them aside. It wasn’t his usual style, to go slow. When he’d come across willing women in the past he’d bent them over, taken them hard and fast.
But Duna was different, she was special to him and he wanted to make this special for her.
Her choosing me is an honor.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “Let me see you.”
She was breathing fast, her eyes wide.
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“You do, Master?”
“So let me admire you, all of you.” He set his hands on her pale inner thighs and eased them apart.
Her cunny was so pretty, so tempting. Again his cock twitched as if begging to be set free. He was pleased to see moisture sparkling on her soft folds. Despite her hesitation, her body was preparing for him.
He stroked up her leg, feather-light touches, then traced through the pink ridges of flesh at her entrance.
“Halvor.” There was a shake in her voice.
“Relax, I need to feel inside you.”
For a moment he hesitated. This would tell him if she’d been speaking the truth about her innocence. He’d been with a virgin before, when he himself was one at the age of fifteen. But what if she was lying to him?
He studied her slim body, her wide trusting eyes, and the way she’d balled her hands into fists.
Everything in him believed her, which meant he had work to do.
He pushed in, just one finger, her wet heat surrounding him.
She gasped and held her breath.
Her delicate, undeniable tightness stopped his progress.
“Sweet Celt of mine,” he said. “You are a wild woman, and also an innocent one.”
“Master, I fear I’m deformed, we will not be able to join.”
He loomed up over her, and stared into her eyes. “That is not true, you are perfect. And now…” He kissed her gently. “I’m going to make sure we do fit, morrow, when we are wed.”