The Viking's Captive(58)

He was behind her in a flash, reaching for her waist and pulling her close.

“Hey, hey, get off me, you brute.” She pretended to be indignant and pushed and shoved at him.

But she didn’t have a chance at escape, not least because he could stand up on the lakebed, and she could not.

“You cannot flee your great Viking warrior husband, Duna.”

She stilled and cupped his face. Her smile dropped. “You know full well I do not want to escape. I only want to be with you.”

“That makes me happy.” He kissed her and hoisted her higher into his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. His cock nudged at her entrance.

“Halvor,” she gasped.

He grinned, small lines darting from the corners of his eyes, creasing the ink on his skin. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Here, in the lake?”

“Aye, here.” He tugged her down onto him.

She gasped as his cock tip stretched her pussy. Hardness along with the cool water seeped into her. “Halvor.”

“Ah, that’s it,” he said against her mouth. “Take me.”

She had to force herself to relax to take more. They’d coupled more times than she could count, but still, his cock was big and had to be eased into her.

“I want you to have pleasure, here in the lake.”

“Yes, and I want you to have that.”

He applied more pressure and tilted his hips, seating himself higher inside her. “No, I want my seed to stay inside you, not be washed away by the lake.” He lowered his forehead so it was touching hers. “I still hope for a Viking son to join our family next summer.”

“I… I have not bled for some time.” She stared into his eyes. “Nadir says that’s a good sign that I’m with child.”

He stilled. “It is?”

She nodded.

“That has made me very happy.” He kissed her, deep and passionate, his tongue stroking against hers.

She melted against him, her nub rubbing over his hard body as he thrust gently into her, tugging her onto him at the same time as he moved his hips. “Mmm… please, find your pleasure with me, here, in the lake.”

“No, for my seed is strong and will give our growing son strength.”

“It might be… a daughter.”

He smiled. “I would like many sons, Duna, but also I would like a daughter, to help you…” He paused. “I don’t mind, son or daughter, I will love either.”

“Me too.” She ran her hands into his hair. “Oh, Halvor, that feels so good, the way you’re pulling me on and off you.” She tipped her head back and allowed him to control her body.

He slipped his hands to her sore ass.

She cried out, and when he squeezed she cried out louder still. But the sensation toppled her into her release. She clenched around him, rode his cock, and allowed bliss to flood her body.

“Aye, good girl, like that.” He kept on going, working her; he was an expert at getting pleasure from her body. She’d never known she was capable of such powerful sensations.

When she calmed he walked to the shoreline. The water slipped down from her waist and her ass as he splashed out. His cock was still solid and buried deep.

“I want you there,” he said. “Leaning over the rock.”

“Yes, Master.” She wasn’t surprised; she knew full well he enjoyed her ass when it was red from his hand, his shoe, the board or whatever else he’d used to deliver her punishment. She’d wondered if all masters were that way, or if she was lucky and it was just hers.

When they reached the rock, he lifted her from his cock.

Her heart was still thudding from her release and her breaths coming quick. But she turned around, bent, locked her elbows, and widened her legs.

“Aye, you know what I need.” He was at her entrance. “Get ready for it.”

“I am.” She gritted her teeth as anticipation swarmed within her. She hoped he’d release his passion hard and fast, and surrender to the moment. She adored feeling him, hearing him, when he lost his usually tight grip of self-control even if just for a moment or two.

He grabbed her waist, his big hands almost spanning it, then pushed in hard and fast.

She cried out, but not with pain, with bliss.

“More,” he said, almost pulling out then shoving back in. “I want more.”

“Halvor,” she called.

“Tell me,” he said, ramming in deep, his body slapping her raw ass.

She yelped and arched her back.

“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice loud and deep. “That you won’t leave me.”

“No, no, never,” she yelled, for there was no one around to hear. “I will never do that.”

“And you will never stop sharing my bed.”

“No, no, I won’t… stop that.”

“My seed is coming,” he said. “You are mine, forever, woman.”

He roared out his pleasure, a primitive sound punctuated with the thrusting of his hips.

She held her breath and took him. If he hadn’t been holding her tight, her body would have been shunted forward, well past the rock, owing to the force of his pounding.

“Ah, ah,” he gasped, cupping her ass cheeks. “I will make you with child many times over. You will always be with me.”