Page 75 of Love Without Demands

The sharpness of his bite had my back arching off the door and arousal seeping down my thighs. A quick line of desire shot down my torso and straight to my pussy when he sucked until a large purple bruise appeared. He circled the mark with his tongue, and a crude look of triumph lit his eyes when he examined his handiwork.

My hands dropped to his shoulders when he released them, and I went weak as he lowered first to one knee and then the other before me. The Viking’s fingers traced delicate lines down my belly, followed by the heat of his mouth. Not an inch of me was left unkissed, like I was the only deity he would ever worship.

He looked so damn hot like this, on his knees, devouring me, and I tipped my head back against the door as I watched him work his way down. His gaze rose as he reached the apex of my thighs, and I was mesmerized by the ferocity in his glare.

Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he ripped them off and held them to his nose. His chest expanded with his deep inhale, and I felt my cheeks flush. No one had ever sniffed my panties before. Not in front of me anyway.

“It’s time to coat my tongue with my woman,” he announced, spreading my legs roughly and hauling one of them over his shoulder. “Every time I went into battle, I pictured your face and imagined the smell of your cunt.”

“Oh my god,” I breathed when he ran his nose up and down my slit. This was way better than anything I’d ever fantasized about.

“I knew I had to come out alive just so I could do this.” He licked me then, a long, wet stroke of velvet against my sensitive tissues, and my supporting leg quivered in its attempt to holdme up. “Youkept me alive, sweet one, with the promise of your orgasm in my mouth.”

I begged him through a series of unintelligible syllables that weren’t cohesive enough to form words, but my Viking seemed to understand because he speared me with his tongue.

“Yes!” I managed to say as that thick, rough muscle fucked in and out of me. His face was pressed so far into my pussy, I wasn’t sure he’d be able to find his way back out. Not that I wanted him to. I’d be content to ride his face all the way into eternity.

The sounds he was making while he slurped and licked at my sex were so goddamn filthy, and I absolutely loved it. I’d never been devoured by a man so thoroughly, so forcefully, so zealously. It was almost like he was enjoying it as much as I was.

“Fuuuuuck, my woman tastes good,” he grunted into me, sliding his tongue forward to lap at my clit. “Did you save this cunt for me?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered. “No one has touched me.”

“Let me feel for myself.” He slid his middle finger inside me and hummed in satisfaction. “Mmmm, that is one tight little pussy. Tell me it will always be mine.” His blue eyes blazed up at me, and I could see Cruz inside my Viking.

Is this partly real or completely fantasy?I wondered but brushed that thought away when he worked another finger inside me and snapped, “Tell me, woman!”

“Yes! It will always be yours. Only yours.”

He began to finger-fuck me, his eyes focused completely on his task, watching his long, thick fingers stretch me, before taking my clit between his full lips.

I cried out at the delicious burn of his intrusion and the slick slide of his tongue smoothing over my little button. I’d never been more aroused in my life, and as I watched his leather-clad arm bulge with his efforts, I climbed even further.

“Almost… there,” I gasped, sinking my fingers into his bleached hair and using the leverage to grind against his face.

His hot tongue laved my pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, in a perfect rhythm that had my head falling back and my eyelids shuttering. And then he stopped.

“Eyes on me when you come,” he demanded, and I popped my lids open and stared down at him. With curved fingers, he stroked a spot inside me that made my fingers tighten in his hair.

“Your mouth. Please,” I begged, and after a slight smirk, he went back to work.

It didn’t take long. The Viking seemed to know exactly how fast to move his tongue, precisely how deep to press his fingers, and just where to touch me to get me…right… there.

“I’m c-c-coming,” I stuttered as clouds of pure pleasure wrapped around me and blurred my vision. I felt an arm sweep my standing leg out from under me and haul it onto a strong shoulder.

But it didn’t matter that my feet were no longer on the ground because I was flying. Soaring into the stratosphere like I had wings formed from long, white feathers.

My eyes and ears seemed to be smothered by the clouds, but I slowly became aware of screaming in the distance. It grew closer, and I realized it was me. I’d never been a screamer before, though I’d also never had an orgasm quite that intense.

The big man kissed his way over my mound and up my belly, leaving damp kiss marks in his wake. I should be embarrassed by how wet his beard and lips were, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was happy and sated.

Extricating himself from my legs, which had somehow become wrapped around his head, the Viking gently set my feet on the floor. His hands held my waist to steady me for a few seconds, and then he rose to tower over me, an erotic vision in leather and metal.

“Damn, you’re loud, woman. Now the entire village knows you’ve been claimed by me.” His half-smile was smug and sexy as all hell. “Though I’m sure they already knew when I got off the ship and headed directly here.”

I pictured it in my head. A huge warrior, dwarfing all others as he stomped through a small village, his boots kicking up swirls of dust behind him. Because he couldn’t wait to get here. To me.

“And who’s claiming you?” I asked saucily.

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