Page 74 of The Devil's Viking

“Yep.” He took her coat and hung it on a beautiful dark-wood coat tree. “Made to measure for me.”

“It’s great,” she told him. She wandered over to the bookshelves and looked at all the medical books and diplomas, the photos of Viking in his combat medic uniform, Viking with some of the Road Devils. “It’sallgreat. I love it.”

“Thanks, baby.” He went over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Juice? Coke?”

“Ummmm. Pineapple juice?”

“You know it,” he said. “I was ready for the come-over.”

She looked over at him and grinned. “‘The come-over’?”

“Yep.” He took a beautiful glass out of his cabinet. “I’ve wanted you to spend the night here for a while… ever since that first night, actually. I understood why Wolf wanted to keep you at Satan’s and in sight, but that damn bed waswaytoo small for both of us.”

She laughed. “I remember.”

“Well, just so you know.” He came into the living room and handed her the glass. “My bed is bigger.Muchbigger.”

“Did you have it custom made too?”

“I did, actually. I can do cartwheels in it, if I want.”

“Hmmmm.” Elle took a sip of juice, gazing up at him. “So gymnastics are on the agenda for tonight, huh?”

“You know it, baby. I am going to flip and spin you until you beg for breath.”

“Promise?” she whispered. “I can hold my breath for a long while.”

Viking gently touched her cheek, only faintly bruised now. Right away, her lips parted slightly and those winter sunset eyes turned warm. And just like that, he wanted her. He needed her to be close to him. He had to have her.

It’s been too long.

“Is there maybe something else I can get for you?” he said, his voice almost a growl. "Some other way that I can help make you feel at home?”

She arched as his fingers trailed between her breasts, down her stomach. “Umm. Maybe.”

“Yeah?” Viking’s hand was between her legs now. “How aboutthis? Doesthismake you feel wanted?”

She gasped as every sensation hit her all at once; she fumbled to find a shelf for the glass, set it down with a thunk.

Viking grinned at her, reached down and lifted her knit dress up, past her knees and thighs. His fingers moved to her sex and he blinked as he made contact with hot skin and silky hair.“You’re not wearing any underwear, Elle.”

“I know.”

“You bad girl…”

“Just for you, babe. Do you like it?”

“You know I do.” His fingers were coated in her honey. “And I can feel that you do, too.”

He kissed her now, his tongue plunging in time to his fingers. He shoved her against the wall between the bookshelves and she shuddered at his size and strength, wondered again that she didn’t fear either of those things in the slightest. His body trapped her in place and her hips moved back and forth on his hand, riding his fingers as he thrust deeper. He turned his hand palm-up and started caressing her liquid heat, reaching for the very heart of her. He was literally stroking her sweet spot and she sobbed.

“Viking… oh, God.”

With his other hand he lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. She clutched his shoulders and threw her head back against the wall, starting to lose control. The flickering started deep inside her, where his fingers were pressing and stroking, and she shook wildly as her whole body tensed for release – a release that he was holdingjustout of her reach.

Viking watched her face as he teased her, taking her just to the edge then pulling back again, denying her the relief that she craved. Seeing Elle come was better than coming himself, in some ways, but watching herjust beforewas a thing of sheer, utter beauty. Just knowing that he was doing this to her, that she was letting herself go with him after everything she’d suffered, was touching and hot and beautiful.

Elle opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her, his brown eyes full of heat and emotion.

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