Page 12 of Claimed By the Viking

A dampness already coated her inner thighs, but as he gave forth his strangled moan, she had a sense of flooding within herself.

At last, his arms sagged to his sides. He was inside her still, but his strength seemed to have left him.

“Don’t stop!” Signy wriggled her hips, wanting to recapture the actions of those moments before. She’d been fearful when he’d taken hold of her so roughly, but she wanted him to do so now—for him to fasten again upon her hips or her behind and to use her as he had. “Come now. Do it again. I’m quite capable.”

“You may be, but I’m not. Do you not know when a man is done?” His voice was weary, but there was naught hard in it. “I’ve given what you asked for. You must have felt it, balls deep as I was.” He seemed almost to be teasing her.

Signy found no humor in it. Why was it that he was allowed to decide?

“My mother said I’d know when the act was finished, and I don’t think it is.” Signy could hardly believe her boldness, but she was convinced she was correct. Something niggled within her. Again, she thrust forward, then back, wondering if she could persuade him that way.

However, to her dismay, the part of him that had stroked inside her promptly slipped out. It was a softened thing now, lacking the hardness that had enabled her to move upon it.

“You’ve had all there will be.” He sounded rather put out, though the amused tone remained. “Come now, sweetling, you rode me well. ‘Twas as ripe a fuck as I’ve ever had. My bollocks are as empty as a crone’s teat. Surely, you felt my seed rush inside you.”

Signy wrinkled her nose at his crude language. First, he flung her upon him, shoving his manhood about with barely a by-your-leave. Now, he refused to grant her this little boon. It did not seem a fair way of doing things.

He shifted her weight a little and gave a yawn. “As bargains go, I can’t complain.” His tone was wry. “Your cunny’s as tight as a virgin’s.”

“And why shouldn’t it be!” Signy was not usually argumentative, but she was disgruntled and paying no mind to her manners.

His attention snapped back upon her. “Are you telling me…?”

“That it was my first time?” Signy retorted. “Do not tell me you were unaware. I did think you might be gentler with me. For that, I offer you no thanks! Now you tell me it’s over when I wish to continue. How are you to put a child in me if you refuse my requests!”

He seemed stunned. “You hadn’t ever… not at all?” A shadow passed over his features. “Had I known, I would have been less… Or I should have been more...”

“‘Tis only that… I’m intent on the child!” Signy swallowed. The statement was not entirely true. Somehow, along the way, she’d decided she quite enjoyed this tumbling. “Such a quick coupling can hardly be sufficient. My mother told me I’d be glad when the deed was over. I’m not yet glad, so I must assume there is more.”

Once again, he appeared lost for words.

“Here.” She took his hand and placed it upon her breast. “I liked it when you touched me and… used your mouth.” She could hardly believe how brazen she’d become, but knowing he couldn’t see her made it easier to be audacious.

“And here.” She steered his other hand to the crux of her thighs, pushing his finger between her splayed labia. She hoped she didn’t need to explain further. When he’d rubbed her there, it had come as a surprise and had felt quite different from when she touched herself.

She’d liked it.

She sensed he’d liked it, too, caressing her in those private places. It had made him groan, and his staff had been upright. If she could get him to do it again, wouldn’t it revive him, and he might give her another go, inserting himself inside her again?

Abruptly, he drew back both hands. “I’m not a bull in the field to be commanded to perform.” His jaw set hard.

Signy knew she ought to leave him be, but her frustration was too great, and she was angered, too. What right did he have to reject her?

“You made a bargain!” she persisted. “And I say we are not finished.”

“Ungrateful minx!” He pushed her away.

The suddenness of his gesture toppled her balance. With a shriek, she threw her arms about his neck, and as if by instinct, his own came around her back.

For a moment, she was too shocked to speak. Their noses bumped, and her mouth brushed his. Her breasts crushed against the hardness of his torso, and her nipples grazed his chest hair. With her legs so parted, her crux pressed upon his staff.

She’d never kissed a man, but Viggo’s lips were so close to hers. Her heart raced even more than it had when he’d been inside her.

She licked her lips. If he but leaned in, his mouth would meet hers.

In spite of their arguing, she desired it.

Grethe had told her about kissing—that a man liked to put his tongue inside. Signy had always thought it sounded repugnant.

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