Page 58 of The Devil's Viking

“You sure you want this with me, Iris? You sure I'm a man you want to let into your body?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” She pulled back to see his face. “I feel like…”

Her hesitation worried him. “What?”

“Like you'remeantto be inside my body... like my bodywantsyours there.” She blushed. “I know it's stupid.”

“No, it’s not.” He was staring down at her with his usual blazing intensity. “I feel the same way, baby. God, you feel like home to me.”

Suddenly, tears were in her eyes. His words hit her deep, touched on that part of her that was always searching for a place to call home. She’d hoped so hard for so long that the Garden with her sisters could have been home, and that had all crumbled to dust. But Viking…she belonged with him and to him, and she longed for him to belong with her and to her, too.

He saw the sparkle of tears, and his face softened in that way that brought her to her knees every single time that she saw it. The fact that she could make this tough, lethal man look likethiswas nothing short of astounding.

“Iris,” he said. “Don't cry.”

“I'm not crying.”

He cocked his head. “No?”

“Not really.” She wiped the tears away. “I mean, I am, but I’m actually happy.”

“Yeah, me too.” He moved her onto her back now and loomed above her, his upper body massive. “I like making you feel good.”

Iris smiled at him now. “You want to make me feel even better?”

“Hell, yeah. Will you let me?”

“Yes.” She arched against him. “You know I will. You know it’s what I want more than anything.”

He kissed the length of her body, listening to her breathing change as he worked his way down. Her first orgasm was on his finger and tongue, and he smiled when her nails dug into his upper back as she called his name, over and over. She was still recovering when he grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on, his hands stroking her soaked pussy. Gently, he parted her lips and watched her face to see if she winced.

“You're not too sore from last night?I was pretty… erm… vigorous,” he said. “If you are, we can wait.”

“No.” She gasped as his fingers slid inside her again. “No, I'm OK now.”

“I don't want to hurt you. Not ever.”

“You won't, Viking. I don't think you even have the first idea how to hurt me.”

He paused, her words settling in his heart. He had no clue how all of this was going to go once she saved up her money and left Satan’s Bar, but he did know one thing: he was going to fight like hell to keep her with him. He'd do damn nearanythingnow to hold on to this woman and her tough vulnerability. Without her, his life just wasn't complete – he needed her by his side to feel whole.

Viking lay on his back, pulling her up and on to him. She came willingly, even eagerly, not the slightest bit self-conscious about her small breasts anymore. Viking's unquestioning adoration of every inch of her body had made her look at herself in a whole new light; she now saw herself as unabashedly sexy. It was funny what pure desire could do, and every time she saw that hungry look in his eyes, she knew that she was beautiful to Viking.

“You’re in control here, baby,” he said. “You choose when it happens.”

“Hmmmm.” She rubbed herself against him, loving how his whole body jumped. “How about –now?”

She lowered herself onto him and took him into her body for the first time, and they both gasped. Viking's hands were on her hips, guiding and steadying her and she sank down slowly, an inch at a time. When he was inside her all the way, she shut her eyes to savor it. His cock felt incredible: its hot length pushing into her deeper and farther than anyone ever had. Iris had never understood before now just what it meant to betaken, to befilled... but Viking did both and she was shaken by how much she needed both from him.

He looked up at her, loving the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders and breasts. She was like a dark angel, pure and innocent, but also wicked, mouthwatering temptation. When she opened her eyes and gazed down at him, he felt a wave of tenderness threaten to wash him away. She made him want things that he'd never even thought about before: marriage and kids, a mortgage and a minivan. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“You feel so damn good, baby,” he said.“I could stay right here like this forever.”

“Yeah?” She rolled her hips and he exhaled, hard.“Forever, huh?”

“Not if you keep doing that,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Really?” She moved faster, her body tightening and releasing on his cock.“Why not?”

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