Page 7 of Stolen By the Berserker

She set the pace of their kiss and pulled him down with her as she reclined on the bed. She moaned as she felt his body against hers.

Sten let go of her lips just long enough to turn off the lights in the room and shed his shirt.

In the moonlight filtering through the window, she saw how his eyes crinkled when he returned to the bed and smiled at her.

She felt a pang somewhere deep in her chest.

“I’m so glad I got a flat and that the sewing ladies are in town.” He leaned in to kiss her again. His clever hands made quick work of pulling off her leggings and socks.

The coolness of the air against her skin contrasted exquisitely with the fervent kisses he trailed along her neck and down to her chest. He nuzzled her nipples, and her hips bucked off the bed.

Sten pushed her back down with a chuckle and threw a leg over hers, anchoring her in place. She whimpered when his mouth returned to pleasure her breasts.

He unbuttoned his jeans and lingered on the zipper for an excruciating amount of time. “I’ve waited a long time for this.” He finally pulled down the metal clasp and then leaned back to pull off the jeans. He kneeled next to her on the bed, his fiery gaze traveling over her body.

She was inordinately happy she’d worn lavender satin underwear that day instead of the practical cotton one she normally preferred. She needed to do laundry, but for once, procrastination had worked out for her.

As he continued to look at her, Cassie wriggled on the bed. She knew her body carried more padding than what society deemed beautiful. His scrutiny made her nervous.

Reaching out her hand to him, she implored him without words to get closer and stop looking at her.

He stayed sitting on his knees, staring at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. His chest heaved as he took a deep breath. “This is better than I had imagined.”

The heat in his gaze made her feel powerful and desirable. She forgot all about her body insecurities. “You’ve imagined us together?” she asked.

“You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this after you first served me raspberry pie.” Pinkness tinted his cheeks as if he’d said more than he meant to.

Emboldened by his words and the hot blaze she saw in his eyes, she leaned up on her elbows, aware of how the position pushed her chest out. “Thought about what exactly?” she challenged, nudging his leg with her foot.

“Cassie.” He leaned back and caught her foot in his hand. His nostrils flared again, and that growl rumbled again from his chest. “I want to go slow, but I don’t know if I can.” Another blaze of desire glittered in his eyes.

Something wild inside her responded to that heat. “I don’t want you to go slow,” Cassie said in a hoarse voice.

Sten’s eyebrows shot up. “I feel all wild inside in a way I never have before. What if I hurt you?”

She sat up, cupped the back of his neck, and claimed his lips in a deep kiss. She stroked the inside of his mouth with her tonguebefore she captured his lower lip between her teeth and lightly bit down. They were both panting, and she could feel his neck muscles tense under the strain. She leaned her forehead against his.

“You’ll stop if I ask you to,” she whispered, absolutely certain of her words. She didn’t know how she could be so confident about her safety with him. But she was.

This man would never force her to do something she didn’t want to.

Never do anything to her that she didn’t want him to.

He leaned back. His gaze searched her face as if convincing himself of the truth. “If you’re sure--”

She interrupted him. “I’m sure. The fact that we’re having this conversation convinces me you would never hurt a lover.” She could never explain to someone else why she was so certain of this, but deep in her soul, she knew this.

He must have believed her, because he nodded slowly.

“Now, can we please continue?” She allowed some of the wild heat she felt inside to dance in her eyes.

Something wild peeked through Sten’s eyes and focused on her with an intensity that thrilled her. Still, the foolish man hesitated. “You don’t understand. I don’t know if I can hold my berse—wildness back.”

She wanted to scream out her impatience. “Hold nothing back.” She nibbled his collarbone and then kissed it to take the sting out of her bite. “I want all of you. All of your wild self.”

He claimed her so fast she barely had time to catch a breath before he pushed her back and kissed her. Planting one hand by her head, the other snaked behind her back. His lips sucked one nipple while the fingers of his other hand massaged the other. His teeth nipped the sensitive bud, and she almost came undone.

Cassie moaned loudly as heat shot from the tips of her breasts to her core. Liquid warmth filled her center. She twisted slightly so she could get a hand on his boxer briefs. Massaging his cock through the cotton, she purred when she felt how rigid and wide it was.

---