Page 26 of Loving the Blacksmith
Everything within Agnes surged at this. She had never slept with Magnus, obviously, but the woman in her, the woman she had tried so hard to suppress over the years, just knew he would be more than adequate as a lover. He would be selfless, indefatigable, passionate.
How could anyone, himself included, doubt it?
“Oh, Magnus, I’m so sorry. It will have been awful for you to hear all this.”
He nodded. “It was. So when I heard that you had been supposed to marry Björn, I assumed this was why you had refused me. Because all the while you had been hankering after someone else and were waiting for a better offer, from someone you?—”
“No! Never!” she exploded. “I’m sorry for hurting you, it was never my intention. I should have told you why I was refusing you. But I thought you could not possibly be interested in me and had only proposed because you felt guilty about what had happened in the cave, and by the tub.”
“No, even if I do feel guilty for it.” He made a grimace then drew her close to him. “But I proposed because it did not take melong to understand that I cannot live without you. And what do you mean, I couldn’t possibly be interested in you?”
She lowered her gaze to the floor. “I’m shy.” Wouldn’t he prefer a more assertive woman for a wife, someone his own age?
“You’re not shy, really. Not with me, at least.” A glance at her hand made his meaning clear. She had not hesitated in pleasuring him when he’d asked. “And even if you were, why would it be a problem?”
She had no answer to that. It wasn’t a problem, exactly, and if he didn’t object, then why should she? “We are near strangers.”
“Strangers who have lived and slept together for days, who have shared intimacies usually reserved to lovers. Strangers who understand one another.”
“But I’m a Saxon. I don’t know anything about your culture.”
He gave a slanted smile. “No one knows this, but for years I’ve been envious of Wolf, Sigurd and Rune, and now Björn, for getting a Saxon wife. Now I won’t have to be. I will have my own beautiful Saxon at home.”
Everything inside her melted at the declaration. Then she forced herself to focus. “I’m so tiny compared to you.”
He growled. “Ah, now, this is actually one of my favorite things about you. Because it means I can do this.”
Before she could wonder what he meant, he lifted her into his arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. “If you weighed the same as me, you infuriating, shy Saxon woman, I could not pin you to the wall to take you like the wild Norseman I am, now could I? And it’s something I have been dreaming of doing ever since you arrived in the village.”
“You wanted to p-pin me to the wall?” She could barely breathe for the sheer intensity of the moment. Magnus felt so strong between her thighs, so warm, and so, well,wild.
“Yes.” With her still wrapped around him, he walked over to the window and trapped her between the wall and his hard body.“I wanted to slide into you until you couldn’t think of anything other than me, deep inside you, filling you to the hilt. I still do.”
Well, he had her pinned to the wall now, didn’t he? So what was he waiting for? They had just agreed to get married, and she knew he would give her time to prepare before he made her with child. It was safe. She could at last find out what men and women did together.
“Do it now. Take me,” she breathed, scarcely crediting her boldness. Perhaps he had a point. With him she wasn’t exactly shy.
He groaned but didn’t move. “No. Not like this. You’re a virgin, and I should?—”
“I won’t break, Magnus. Take me, here, now, like this, up against the wall, the way you wanted to, while you still want me.”
His nostrils flared. “I’ll always want you.”
“Then prove it.”
A heartbeat later she felt him shift and lift her skirts so he could rub his steel length against her soft folds. Oh Lord, he was so hard, so ready, and she so desperate that she could not help but grind her hips in search of the friction she needed.
“Look at me, my love,” he grunted, tightening his hold around her. “I’ll have you look at me when I make you mine.”
“I’m already yours.”
“And I yours. But I need to see I’m not hurting you. Well, not unbearably so, at least,” he amended in a bid at honesty. “I would give ten years of my life to be the one enduring the pain of our first joining.”
“And I would not have it for the world, for I mean to have you by my side for as long as possible.” She threw him what she hoped was a scorching look. Judging from the way his eyes caught ablaze, she had done a fair job of it. “Please, Magnus, take me.”
Finally, he relented. Holding her up with one arm, he quickly freed his erection and then positioned himself at her entrance. Suddenly she didn’t mind being tiny, since it meant he could use her in that delicious manner. It was unbearably arousing to be at the mercy of her fiery lover. She expected him to plunge inside in one thrust but he spoke instead.
“Bare your breasts to me. I need to suckle you, make you wet for me.”
