Page 74 of Love Without Demands

My first thought was that it was Cruz, but fear took over my body when I saw that he had dirty blond hair on his head and face, unlike Cruz’s jet-black locks. I took one step back, prepared to run when he gave a quick jerk of his chin and spoke.

“Get over here, woman.”

What the actual fuck?

That was definitely Cruz’s voice, though it was gruffer than usual. My eyes took him in from head to toe. The Viking wore tight wool trousers, a wide belt, and thick leather body armor, all in a dark brown with gunmetal-gray trim. A tan fur collar draped over his shoulders, and heavy black boots covered his feet.

My gaze went back to his head.He dyed his hair. For this. For me.

“I. Said. Come. Here,” he grunted, and a tsunami of arousal flooded my white lace panties as he reached for his belt. My feet moved of their own volition at his deep command, and a second before I reached him, I heard the thunk of leather hit the floor.

I let out a little shriek when the Viking spun me around and slammed my back against the door, one hand holding the back of my head to keep me from hitting it. My hands went instantly to his shoulders, fingers sinking into the rough fur.

I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. Cruz looked like a total badass in leather and metal, his normally big body somehow transformed into that of an enormous beast of a man.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins like a potent drug. Excitement mixed with the tiniest shred of fear, which only fueled my desire.

“I’m home to claim my woman,” he said in a low voice, anddear god!The way he saidmy womanmade me want to climb him like a tree.

Then his mouth crashed to mine with bruising force. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hard… lusty… desperate. And without another word, his lips told me the story.

My warrior had been gone at sea, and he’d returned to make me his. He’d missed me. Craved me with every fiber of his being. He was feral for me and only me, and I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the fantasy.

I moaned into his mouth, and he grunted into mine, our sounds only seeming to push our mutual desire to the next level. As his hot mouth worked its way down my neck, tonguing and sucking my damp flesh, I watched as his fingers undid the ornate silver clasp at his throat, releasing his fur collar onto the floor.

My hands met the warm leather beneath, and I was surprised to find that it wasn’t as smooth as I’d thought it would be. Rather, it felt rugged against my fingertips.

“I didn’t know if you’d come back to me,” I panted, and he lifted his heavy-lidded eyes to mine, the blue there slightly hazy with longing.

“I’ll always come back to you, my sweet one.”

And then he thrust his tongue roughly into my mouth, his facial hair abrading my skin as he leaned his body into mine, pinning me to the door. My hands found the back of his head, my fingers burying themselves in the coarse strands until I could feel the warmth of his scalp.

He pulled out of the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, and his breaths were ragged beneath the leather covering his chest. Then he opened his eyes and murmured, “I need you.”

Those three words were filled with gut-wrenching vulnerability, and at that moment I was pretty sure he’d let a bit of Cruz slip into his Viking persona. But I didn’t care. I needed him too.

“Then take me, warrior,” I breathed.

His big hands went to my waist to untie my baby-pink robe, but the silky sash had worked its way into a knot. So he did what any horny Viking would do. He ripped it in half with his bare hands. The robe was on the floor a second later, and he let out a feral growl that had my sex trembling.Trembling, for fuck’s sake!I wasn’t sure my pussy had ever trembled for anyone.

“You’re wearing my clothing,” he stated.

“I sleep in it every night to feel closer to you.” That much was true.

His nostrils flared with arousal. He liked that answer. “You look beautiful in it, but you won’t be needing it tonight. My woman will be naked beneath me in our bed until I’m done with her.”

And I likedthatanswer. Very much. My pussy clenched around nothing as I visualized it. This big, brutal man on top of me, using me until his strong body was weakened from too much pleasure.

He tugged his USMC shirt off over my head in one swipe, and I was left in only my tiny white panties. If the way his blue eyes darkened when he looked down my body was any indication, he didn’t seem to mind.

Large hands stroked slowly up and down my sides as if memorizing the feel of my skin before he gathered both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. Then he lowered his mouth to my breast and covered my nipple with his mouth.

“Ohhhh,” I whimpered at the first pull, but it didn’t deter him. He licked and sucked and bit me without remorse, his eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. Then his free hand cupped that breast as his mouth moved to the other one, and with the pad of his thumb, he massaged the peak he’d hardened only a minute ago.

His blue eyes met my gray ones, as if asking for permission, when his teeth sank lightly into the top of my tit.

“Yes, mark me. Make me yours.”

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