Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
And then that rope bound tightly inside me snapped, two frayed edges never to be connected again.
I couldn’t stop myself.
I couldn’t deny either of us.
Without thinking about it anymore, without trying to talk myself out of it, I tore my clothes away impatiently. And then I let her look her fill of me. She looked at my chest, moved lower yet. My dick was hard, so hard it ached, my balls drawn up tightly to my body. I wanted to touch myself, to ease some of the ache I felt. But I felt my control take root once more.
I held my hand out. “Come to me, Greta.” I’d tell her she was mine, that I couldn’t let her go. And I’d pray to the gods she would accept me, because the thought of not having her was not something I wanted to even entertain.
She came to me right away and I growled low in pleasure, in possessiveness. I slipped my hand around her tucked-in waist, pulling her nude body flush with mine.
“I’m going to claim every damn part of you, Greta.” I watched as she swallowed, the slender line of her throat working from the act. “You want that, don’t you.” I didn’t phrase it like a question.
She didn’t speak for long seconds, but she didn’t have to say a word for me to read her body language. Greta had her hands on the center of my chest, her fingers pressing into my flesh, her nails causing a spark of pain and pleasure within me.
She was ready for me, primed in all the right places, in all the right ways. “Tell me you want that.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want all of that.” She breathed out softly and it moved along my skin, the scent of berries making me groan. “Claim me, Viking warrior.”
And I would do just that and more.
Tonight, Greta would be mine.
Chapter Ten
Calder
No more waiting.
No more torture.
I leaned forward and claimed her mouth in the only way I knew how to: brutally, hard, and with a desire that rivaled all others. I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, her flavor addictive instantly. When she started kissing me back, I didn’t stop the groan that left me, but I broke the kiss and trailed my lips along her jawline to her ear.
“Mine,” I said unapologetically.
“Yours,” she whispered back.
I closed my eyes and just absorbed the feeling of her body against mine. “I ache to fill you with my seed.”
She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need, and desperation, and everything that turned me on. I slipped my hand behind her nape, curled my fingers into her soft, warm flesh, and started kissing her pulse that beat rapidly beneath her ear.
Even her skin was sweet, intoxicating.
I pulled her impossibly closer, so I felt her breasts press to my chest. A low growl left me, one I couldn’t stop, one that sounded more animalistic than human.
“This is my first time,” she said against my chest and I curled my hands into her waist.
“I know,” I said just as softly, or as much as a berserker like me could. “I’ll be gentle. I’ll make you mine.” I kissed her neck, nipped her lightly. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good you’ll never think about leaving.”
And that was my goal. To keep her as mine, to fill her with my seed until a baby took root, and we became one … a family.
“Yes,” she moaned and gripped my arms, her nails digging into my flesh.
I knew that I had to claim her now. I had been trying to go slow, easy, and make her see that I could be gentle.
But I was forcing myself to be that way. It was hard not to be wild with her, not to give in to my baser urges.
“Take me,” she whispered. “Any way you see fit.”
My mouth dried at her words. It was as if she read my mind.
“It’ll frighten you with the intensity.”
She shook her head before I even finished speaking. “Never. Because I want it that way too.”
I growled as I dragged my hand up her belly and over her ribcage to cup one of her breasts. Then I curled my hand around the other, pressing the twin mounds together and staring down at her cleavage.
When she moaned, I ground my cock into her soft belly, the feeling having me clench my jaw and force myself not to spill my seed.
I continued to suck on her neck, dragged my tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth into her softness. I couldn’t help myself.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“More,” she begged.
I had her in my arms and on my pallet moments later. I looked down at her body, at the curves that made her all woman, and stopped at her breasts once more. They were big, round, and her nipples were this light pink color.