Page 29 of Claimed By the Viking

“Please!” She was ready to beg now, parting her legs wider and pushing her bottom in the air.

For the love of Freyja, pump inside me before I lose all reason!

Even though ‘twas exactly as she wished, the sudden entry of his phallus came as a shock. Her slickness enabled him to claim her in one long sweep.

Viggo’s hands came round to her hips, holding her in position as he set a rhythm slow in pace but entirely thorough.

Yes! Don’t stop!

His strokes sent tingles through her, radiating outward. She was already toppling, losing herself in glorious sensation.

“Sweet Signy! You’re so fucking good! I’d suffer every torment… just… for…this…” His voice broke at the very moment the tide hit her in one great crashing wave.

Pulling her hips back to meet him, Viggo stiffened, barking out his own cry of triumph.

They curled together and dozed,warm and sated, as the sun moved through the sky. Had she ever been more content or felt more protected than with Viggo’s muscular arm wrapped about her body?

Turning over, she looked into his face, drinking in every line. He was no longer young, but age sat well upon him, lending gravity to his bold features. He’d lived through much—some of which he’d yet to relate to her. She wanted to know it all, to comprehend everything about this man.

Despite his blindness, his eyes were expressive, the blue turning icy when he was enraged and darker in the heat of passion. At other times, they blazed fiercely with something she did not entirely understand—seemingly possessive when he held her tightly, yet as if he would thrust her away, torn between conflicting emotions.

His moods were volatile, and there was a mystery to him she could not fathom, some deeper hurt that made him lash out.Even so, she had faith he would never wish to truly harm her. No matter his despair, she was precious to him.

The look in his eyes oft made her tremble, made her weak with desire, and her heart ache. There was a vulnerability to him, despite his physical strength.

He needs a woman’s love.

My love.

Lifting her hand, she touched his lips.

Is now the right time to tell him?

There were so many things he ought to know, not least of which that she’d been waiting for her bleeding time. Never before had she been so late—enough to begin to think…

Her mother had told her what to look for, and those other signs weren’t yet apparent. She’d no tenderness in her breasts nor any special cravings or repugnance for smells. No nausea. But the fluttering excitement was so strong that, at times, she thought she might burst. Not that she was yet sure.

A full cycle of the moon should pass, at least.

And what then?

Would Viggo be so struck by the news that he’d forget the terrible pact he’d made her agree to?

Surely it will be so! He cares for me. I know it!

He wouldn’t abandon me… certainly not if he knew I was carrying his child.

It would be enough, wouldn’t it, to change his mind?

Still, a small voice whispered that she couldn’t be sure. He’d made it clear from the first. He hated what he had become.

He’d asked for her help, and she’d made a promise. As soon as she was confident of being with child, he’d be released. He’d given her his seed in expectation of the ultimate freedom—electing to leave this life behind and receiving her aid in making that possible.

Could I ever do it?

The thought alone made her heart feel as if it was tearing in two.

But the time will come…

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