Page 46 of The Devil's Viking

“Take these off,” she ordered him, pulling at his jeans. “Now.”

“Well, yes ma’am,” Viking said smartly. He sat up and unzipped and unbuttoned, then lifted his hips off the bed as he tugged the jeans down and off. She kicked them to the floor, then just sat and looked at the delectable man that was all stretched out in front of her, hands back under the pillow, muscles taut and smooth. He was like a Roman gladiator statue brought to life, almost a perfect work of art. She’d never been an art-lover, but she was open to new things now.

She ran her tongue up and down the deep groove on his left hip, kissed her way across his stomach, licked the right one. Viking’s breath was harsh now, and his erection tented his boxers away from his body. She took her time, though, letting her hot breath gently travel over his hardness through the thin material.

Meanwhile, Viking was in hell. Or maybe in heaven. He couldn’t decide, and he kept changing his mind back and forth. She was the sexiest woman that he’d ever had in bed, so having her kiss him like this was like touching a tiny piece of heaven.

However, the woman wasalsoa master tease, a marvel of sweet seduction. Sheknewwhat she was doing to him, and she so clearly loved driving him crazy. So Iris wasalsoa she-devil straight out of hell… and Viking was seconds away from begging her to stop.

Or maybe he was seconds away from begging her to never stop.

It was a toss-up, really.

When she tugged his boxers down and off, he gave a strangled groan, fisted the pillow in his hands. Dear sweetGod, what this woman was doing to him should be illegal, and she hadn’t even gotten her mouth anywhere near his cock yet. He hoped he’d be able to last longer than a minute. If he could dothat, then he’d believe in miracles.

She immediately tested his resolve by running that hot little tongue up and down his entire length, making damn sure to pause at the tip and lick the pearly liquid that appeared with every pass. The urge to touch her was nearly overwhelming now, but he kicked it down, hard. She needed to know that she was safe with him – and that started with him being a man of his word.

Being a man of his wordsuckedright this minute, though.

Iris was astonished how much she was enjoying doing this for Viking. She’d been prepared to do it to please him, to make him feel good… but she hadn’t been prepared to like it. But shedidlike it. No, scratch that. Shelovedit.

She loved hearing him groan as she kissed him; loved feeling his muscles tense and jump under her fingertips and lips; loved tasting his salty-sweet pre-cum. Most of all, she loved feeling so free with a man’s body. Free to just enjoy it, without guilt, or shame, or fear.

He was starting to shake and writhe under her now, so she paused, waited for him to glance down at her. When he did, she shot him a little grin, and she watched his eyes darken.

“You ready?” she asked him, her fingers busy stroking his steely length, caressing his balls.

“Fuck,uhhhhhh,” he responded, and she understood him. After all, she’d just been speaking in monosyllabic grunts fifteen minutes earlier. “Iris… baby…”

She gave him one last, soft kiss on his crown, then she opened her mouth, moved down him in one smooth, constant glide. She reached his root, gave a gentle suck, slid up again, swirled her tongue around his head. Then did it again, and again.

Viking cried out, a sound that was torn from the darkest depths of his heart.Fuck, the woman was incredible at this, no matterwhatthat absolute prick Gideon had said, and he fought to keep his lower body on the bed. It was impossible though; it was like holding back the ocean. It was too big, too much, too intense. It was undeniable, and it was not going to allow itself to be denied. Hehadto move.

Gently, slowly, trying so damn hard to not scare her, he lifted himself as she slid down his cock, meeting her sweet mouth, then he lowered his hips to the mattress as she pulled back. She didn’t mind his participation at all, and thank Christ for that, because in about ten seconds, he was about to have the strongest orgasm of his life.

With a drawn-out moan, he raised his head. “Iris, I’m gonna come…”

She felt him lengthen and thicken in her mouth, and she pulled back and off. Her hand took over now, pumping him, stroking him, and Viking knew that the end wasn’t just near. It washere.

“Oh, fuck,” he managed to say, just before he lost all control. “Iris… Iris…God, Iris…”

She watched as he came, his seed shooting out and hitting her chest. The pulsing heat warmed her from the outside in, and she slid his cock between her small breasts, enveloping him in her softness. He cried out again, an inarticulate sound of almost-pain, and shuddered as she moved him up and down, coaxing every last drop from him.

Viking’s brain took a while to function again. She’d short-circuited it, he was damn sure aboutthat, and he just floated on a hazy cloud of pure bliss for a minute. When she released him and crawled up his body, that was when he opened his eyes again, finally loosened his death-grip on the pillow.

He pulled her up to his mouth, kissed her with every good, shining thing that he had. He wanted her tofeelall those things that he just couldn’t say, wouldn’t say; he wanted her to feel them all the way to her toes.

Iris was shaken at the intensity of the kiss, but she fell into it all the same. Over and over, Viking kissed her, kissed her until she was almost breathless. Only then did he pull back, run his fingers through her tumbled hair.

“That? Was amazing, baby.” He touched between her breasts, felt his own release sticky on her skin. “You OK?”

“I’m great. I loved every second of it.”

“That makes two of us. Believe me.”

She lowered her head to his shoulder, sighed a bit. “I’m sorry, though.”

“Sorry?” His chest was still heaving, and his words came out on puffs of breath. “Forwhat?”

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