The Viking's Captive(48)



“Yes, yes, I want that.”

He smiled, then again kissed down her body. He felt calmer now, there was no rush. He wanted her to relax into his touch, and get used to the fact he was going to be touching her, a lot.

“Hold onto my hair,” he said when he kissed over her navel.

She did as instructed.

He moved lower down the bed and pushed her legs wider.

“Halvor, what are you doing?”

He didn’t reply, instead he kissed over her patch of dark pubic hair and wriggled his finger inside of her.

“Oh…” she gasped, tightening her hold on his hair.

“You need to trust me,” he said. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

“I don’t doubt that. That ginger, it—”

“There is no ginger root today, and it is not the time for me to breach your ass with my cock. So try and relax and let your body find its pleasure.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can, and you will. Because I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied you’ve had as much pleasure as you can take.” He eased another finger into her, but he could only go up to the first joints on his fingers.

Damn, she’s tight.

She groaned and flopped back on the bed.

“Good,” he said. “Hand yourself over to me.” He licked over her folds.

“Oh, God and all the saintly ghosts.” She yanked his hair. “What are you doing?”

“That is not of your concern,” he said a little harsher than he’d intended. “Keep still and let me do my work.”

She muttered something he didn’t catch.

He licked her again, sought out her little nub and circled it with the tip of his tongue. He adored her taste, soapy and clean and with an undeniable tang of desire.

He set up a steady rhythm, working her clit with determination.

She was breathing heavily, and had clamped her legs against him.

After several minutes, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. She was wet and getting wetter, but still the tightness remained.

“Halvor,” she gasped. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

He didn’t answer.

“It feels so…” She pulled at his hair and canted her hips for more of his tongue. “What you’re doing, it’s making me want to burst inside…”

She was getting close, he was sure of it. But it wasn’t time yet. He had to wait for the right moment, so he wouldn’t hurt her—or at least not too much.

He laved at her clit. It was swollen and taut. He wished he could play with her nipples too, but he needed to be inside her at the moment of her climax.

“Oh, oh, oh…” She bucked up, then pressed her buttocks into the bed. She arched her back and held her breath.

Now.

He increased the pressure of his two fingers, which were seated inside her, pushing them through the tension, and disregarding the resistance.

She cried out, but it was a pleasure-soaked sound, and clamped her legs tighter around him.

Still he kept on pushing, until finally, he felt her flesh give and he was buried knuckles deep. Her delicate walls were fluttering around his fingers and her clit pulsing against his tongue.

Her cries and gasps echoed around the room, filling his head and making his cock feel as if it would explode.

It would be worth giving up Valhalla to feel that around his manhood.

He continued pleasuring her, riding through her release, and eking out every gasp from her he could.

His scalp pained him, she was dragging on it with such force.

Eventually she released his hair. He lifted up to study her face, but kept his fingers buried deep.

She was propped on her elbows staring down at him. Perspiration sat on her brow and top lip and she was breathing fast.

He grinned. “Did that feel good?”

“What… what was that?”

“A woman’s pleasure,” he said. “The moment when it all comes together.”

“It… it was incredible. I’ve never…”

“Well, you have now, and you will again soon, morrow, with my cock inside you. And then again the day after and the day after that.”

He looked as his hand with his two fingers buried inside her. He withdrew and spotted a few streaks of blood. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“No, Master. It took a moment to get used to you… being down there, with your mouth and fingers, but no, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Good. I never intended to but feared I might, a little.”

He shifted on his haunches; damn, his cock hurt. A weaker man would shove off his breeches and fuck the woman lying wet and naked before him.

I want her so much.

He moved from the bed. It took a moment to stand straight, his groin ached so.

There’s only one thing for it.

He stepped away.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to… check on Raven. You should bathe again.”

“But…”

“And sleep in your own bed.” He clenched his fists and made for the door. “For the last time.”

He was but a mere mortal, and even after he’d found release, outside beside the barn, coming back indoors and seeing her in his bed would likely push his self-control to the breaking point.

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