Page 19 of Claimed By the Viking

Signy hesitated. She’d never been asked before. Anyone with eyes could see the hue for themselves. Anyone except Viggo.

“‘Tis a mixture,” she answered shyly. “Not so fair, nor dark, like the sand where the water meets it.”

Taking the curling end of the silken rope, he twisted it loosely about his knuckle.

“Hair that glints bronze with the warmth of summer and streaked with gold, like the last rays of day upon the waves. That’s how I picture it.”

Signy’s heart swelled. She’d seen neither bronze nor gold, but she knew of those precious metals. She liked that Viggo imagined her thus. It meant more than him simply looking upon her and declaring her beautiful. Viggo’s way of seeing her was quite different.

“And your eyes… they’re blue?” Featherlight, he brushed his fingertip to her lashes. “Tinged with violet, like the first forest bluebells? Or are they paler, like meadow cornflowers?”

She didn’t know the flowers of which he spoke, but they sounded lovely. He surely meant to compliment her, which was pleasing, although she wasn’t sure how to respond. She was unused to flattery. Her mother said it was better that way lest she become prideful of her looks. She’d seen her reflection, naturally, in the pools upon the hillside but had noted nothing out of the ordinary.

“My eyes are much the same as anyone’s, I suppose. Most are blue.”

“Nay, not like anyone else,” Viggo whispered. “You could never be that.” He dropped the pad of his thumb to her mouth, pressing softly. “This part of you I can see without help. Lips plump and full and soft, like the thick petals of a mountain poppy.”

“How can you tell such a thing?” She had the strongest urge to open her mouth about his thumb and draw it inside, to suck upon it as she had his phallus. Thinking of it sent another ache between her legs.

“I know because ‘tis the way when a person wishes to be kissed.” He leaned forward, rubbing his nose to hers.

“You think to know what I wish for?” He was right, of course. She did want to be kissed. Even that first time, when he’d been so rough with her, she’d wanted to feel his mouth in a kiss.

The hand around which her hair was wrapped came to her jaw, capturing her there.

“I know not only what you wish for but what you need—to lose yourself, Signy, to know only this moment of us together.”

His mouth joined hers, and she clung to him as he plundered with tongue slick and teeth gently tugging, making her his possession. His caress held her upright, as did the hand that snaked about her waist.

“Please.” Again, she sought his phallus. She was made for him, and nothing could assuage her yearning but to have him fill her with his hard thrusts.

In response, he eased her back upon the furs, continuing the kiss but holding himself above her, not yet entering her body. Nevertheless, she brought her legs tight about his hips, lifting herself to meet him.

“All things are coming to you.” His voice was a low murmur as he moved his hands upon her body, the callouses grazing the delicate skin of her breasts. She gasped as he claimed her nipple with his mouth, consuming it fervently.

‘Twas a pain of sorts, but one that made her twist beneath him, wanting him never to stop. Let his hungry mouth devour her flesh until there was no span of her body unmarked by his rough kisses.

As if reading her thoughts, he took her other breast, feasting while he skimmed the plane of her stomach toward her mound. As he slid his fingers inside, her sheath clenched, drawing them deeper. He caressed her cleverly, moving in rhythm to the pulling of his mouth, making her writhe and plead.

She opened her legs wider, and he brought his thumb to tease where she ached. ‘Twas unbearable! Trapped beneath him, thustortured with pleasure. Her need became only greater when he slid downward to fasten his mouth where his thumb had delved. The tip of his tongue teased the sensitive peak while his fingers continued their thrusting.

She grasped his shoulders as she surrendered, falling, the flames roaring in her ears as her tumult took hold, radiating outward in hot waves.

His senses were swampedwith her scent, her taste. Her bud protruded, begging for his mouth, and she was sobbing his name, writhing against him.

“Viggo!” Her fingers tangled and twisted in his hair while she arched and bucked beneath his relentless tongue. “It’s too much! I beg you!”

Signy pushed away with one hand while tugging upon his head with the other, grinding her sex to his face. She’d reached her peak, but he wanted to hear her come again. He was on the brink of losing control, knowing the state to which he’d brought her, and pride swelled within him. Signy was little more than a virgin, unused to the intensity of passion, but she needed his body as ferociously as he needed hers.

He wanted to abandon himself in her, to crush her to him, laying waste to her soft innocence. He could wait no more. If he didn’t get inside her now, he’d lose his mind. In one swift motion, he turned her at the hips, positioning her legs so her arse was thrust upward.

She gave a small whimper at his manhandling but did not pull away.

“I’m going to explore every part of you Signy, to kiss and bite and lick. It’s what you want, yes? To have me take you over and over, to feel me moving hard in your body until you are running wet with my seed?”

He dipped low to inhale her once more, and she moaned, parting her thighs. Running his tongue broadly from her nub into the silken recess, he drank her cream and pushed his tongue deep. He would have liked to gaze upon her, to see how flushed and engorged she was, to watch as her arousal seeped from her sheath. Instead, he relied upon his imagination and his other senses, which told him how much her body invited him.

Parting her soft cheeks, he dragged his tongue between their crease, seeking out the pucker of her tightest place. He laughed as she struggled against his probing there, making mewling sounds all the while.

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