Page 44 of The Devil's Viking

“Maybe.” He licked circles around her clit now, almost touching it, but not quite. “Just a little bit.”

“Viking…”

Her next words were knocked clean out of her chest as he took her with his mouth. His tongue was inside her now, where his fingers had been just moments before, and her body welcomed him back in. God, he’djustbeen there, he’djustleft – and she’d missed him. It felt like she’d been empty and yearning for years, not minutes.

He filled her. He completed her. He helped her to be whole.

Shit. I’m so,sodead where this man is concerned.

Viking’s movements were speeding up, and she just let it happen. He alternated between thrusting his tongue deep and hard, and gently stroking her clit. Over and over, he repeated the motions, and her whole body started to shake with the need to go over the edge.

He denied it to her, though. He kept herright there,so damn close, but not close enough. Teasing her, tantalizing her, showing her that he controlled her orgasm, and that she was going to come only when he decided that she would.

Frantic now, almost crazed, Iris gripped his hair, held his mouth right where she needed it the most.

“Please,” she cried, in a voice that sounded nothing at all like her own. “Please, please, please…”

Taking pity on her at last – and dangerously close to coming himself – he relented. With his lips, Viking clamped down on her swollen, throbbing clit, and slid two fingers inside her at the same time. He reached for the spot that had driven her insane just five minutes before, found it, pushed hard, even as he worked her button without mercy.

Iris reared up, her whole body coming up and off the bed, her toes curling. And when she came, it was the single most explosive climax that she’d ever known. It was an all-over orgasm, a total-body release. Her tiny bud pulsed against his wicked tongue; her tight inner walls clenched around his fingers; her whole body vibrated and rippled under him.

It was pure, unadulterated pleasure… and it went on forever.

When it finally started to fade and recede, Iris opened her eyes. The room was spinning, and she slammed them shut again, wondering if she was going to pass out. Leave it to Viking to make her come so hard, she was dizzy. Yeah, the man was dangerous to her. Mostly to her heart, of course, but also to her body and her mind. He was dangerous and he was addictive, and she needed him again. Already.

Carefully, he withdrew his fingers, sliding out of her silken sheath easily. He lifted himself up and over her shaking body, careful not to crush her under his weight, gave her a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Easy, baby.” He held Iris loosely, waiting for her to open her eyes so he could check her. “Shhhh, now. I got you.”

She buried her face in his chest, held on for what seemed like dear life. He stroked her hair, felt her calm under his ministrations. When she finally gazed up at him, his heart swelled: she lookedamazing. So beautiful, and sated, and glowing. He wanted to be the only man who ever made her look this way, and he felt a crunch of regret in his chest that he probably wasn’t going to be. Iris would leave as soon as she made her money, and he’d be left here wanting her, missing her.

Pushing away his pettiness with a herculean effort, Viking kissed her nose. “You good?”

“Unnnhhh,” she groaned. “Mmmmmm.”

“Can’t talk?”

“Nuuuhhh.”

“Awesome.” He kissed her again, jealous and possessive of her in this blissed-out state, and fuck being the bigger man about any of it. “That means you enjoyed yourself.”

“Mmmm-hmmmm.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

“Oh, Christ, Iris. Thankyou. I’ve never loved anything more, I promise you.”

She sighed, and he tucked her head under his chin, and just held on. A few minutes passed, and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep, but then she spoke.

“Viking?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I – is it OK if I –” She shifted a bit, clearly uncomfortable. “Can I touch you too? Taste you?”

His heart literally stopped dead in his chest. “You mean –”

---