Page 59 of The Devil's Viking

“Iris…”

“Elle.”

Viking’s heart stopped dead in his chest, then started beating again double-time. Had she just –

“Your name is Elle?”

“Yes.” She lowered her face to his, whispered against his lips. “And I know that you have another name, but frankly, I think ‘Viking’ suits you better than whatever name you were born with.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I want you to fuck me like a savage… hard and deep.”

His breath caught at her words, at the image that they conjured up. “You mean that?”

“Oh yes. Yes, I mean that.” She leaned back all the way, riding his cock without mercy, her rippling pussy driving him insane. “Fuck me, Viking.Now.”

He growled deep in his throat and without a word, he sat up, flipped her over. She gasped in shock, amazed at how quickly a man Viking's size could move. Then right away, she forgot her surprise, awash in the sensation of having him even deeper inside of her. He pulled out, slid back in, his one hand holding her in place, the other above her head, taking his weight. He was gorgeous and wild and he was insideherbody. She gave a sharp cry as he nipped her breast and thrust again, loving the combination of pleasure and pain.

“You ready for me?” he ground out. “I said I'd take you, baby, and that's what I intend to do.”

“Yes.” The word ended on a moan as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Take me, Viking... please.”

Her words sent his desire straight into overdrive. He did as she begged and took her hard, so hard that the bed banged against the wall, over and over. His face was buried in her delicate throat and he inhaled her scent, pulled it deep into his pores, trying to make her sweetness an actual, physical part of himself.

Elle couldn't believe how he moved on her, in her. She had a crashing orgasm within seconds and when he groaned and raised her legs above her head, she felt another one start to build. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, and the look of rapture on that handsome face was dazzling. She gripped the bed sheets under her straining, writhing body, moving with him again and again, his rhythm perfect and amazing. Their pace increased, increased again. They were both breathless, panting, moaning, out of control.

Elle jolted under him as he plunged deep. He stretched her, filled her, took her – and he did it completely. She gasped for air, and all she knew in the whole universe was how good his cock felt in her body. He soothed an ache deep inside her, but he also intensified it, made it throb more keenly. She needed more, she needed all of him.

He planted his hands on the bed next to her head, straightened his arms. He raised himself above her, his chest massive and muscled, and he started to move. His powerful hips rocked back and forth, his rhythm smooth and steady.Perfect. She arched her back, wrapped her legs around him, dug her nails and heels into the small of his back.

“Closer,” she begged, beyond shame.“Harder. Deeper.More.”

He stopped thrusting now, so suddenly that she blinked up at him in confusion. His face was blazing with intensity, with sheer lust and want – but he wasn’t moving a muscle. She froze, terrified. Was he going to stop?

“Thisis what it feels like when you choose a man, baby,” he growled.“It’s hot and it’s hard and it goes deep. No pretending it isn’t happening, no running from it, no floating out of your body to defend yourself from what’s going on. It justis, baby, and you’ve got to let go. Just let it happen. Let me make love to you.” His hand ran over her face roughly.“Trust me to make love to you.”

His words smashed her in half. Just destroyed her, utterly. Elle didn’t know where to look, or what to say, or even what to feel. Those blazing brown eyes stripped away every single defense she’d ever constructed, those rough, tender hands wrenched away every iota of control she’d worked so hard to gain. Vikingwreckedher with those words – and she’d never felt stronger, or more beautiful, or more alive.

“Viking…” Her voice and eyes were steady, bright, and he rejoiced to see it.“Yes.”

He fell onto her now, his body stretched the entire length of hers. He lowered his forehead to hers, rained kisses all over her gorgeous face. When she started to beg again, he obliged her with faster, harder, deeper thrusts, needing to both see and feel her come again.

Elle was close… so close that she couldtasteher climax. She lifted her hips, angling so that his cock rubbed her throbbing clit with every push in and pull out. That pressure was all she needed, and she gave a wild cry as she started to go over.

“Let go, Elle. Just fall, baby.” His fingers tightened in her tangled hair; his eyes burned into her.“Trust me to catch you. Trust yourself to fly.”

With an untamed cry that came from Elle’s wildest, hungriest place, she flew. She unraveled around him, unleashed her darkest and most-unnamed needs on him. She gave him her entire soul in this second, and he knew it. She was his, all his, and possession blasted through him, hot and fierce.

Fucking mine.

Her pussy clenched him in pulsing waves, and that was good – but the look on her face as she surrendered completely to him –really and truly– for the first time, was even better. It was that look of absolute abandon that set off his own orgasm, and he groaned her name as he detonated, his voice husky and molten.

His climax stole the breath and bones right out of him and he collapsed on top of her, catching himself just in time. She was still convulsing under him and all around his cock, and her passionate cries were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. She was totally undone and abandoned, and it made her all that more stunning to him.

Slowly, they relaxed. They didn't speak, didn't even move for a long time. Viking was still in her sweet, amazing body, and damned if he’d be rushing to pull out. He kissed her, a lingering, loving kiss that made her toes curl. He stroked her tousled hair, stroked her lips with his tongue. She responded, totally giving herself to him. Again.

At last, reluctantly, cursing his body’s natural functions, he slipped out of her. Together, they sighed, sighs of both completion and regret. Viking rolled off the condom, tied the end, dropped it on the floor. Not the classiest thing to do, and not something that he’d normally do, but no way he was leaving this bed quite yet. He was worried that Elle may be feeling vulnerable or shaken, and he wasn’t about to leave her alone. Not even for the thirty seconds it’d take to dart to the bathroom and back again.

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