Page 41 of Shared By the Vikings

She curled forward and cried out, crushing her ass against him and tearing at his hold on her. “No, no, please. I’ve had my punishment, I—”

Another slap, covering pubic hair and soft flesh.

She could go nowhere. “Ouch, that hurts.”

“Of course it does,” he said hotly by her ear. “But only for a minute, be brave, stop fighting, and I’ll give you pleasure with your pain.”

She gripped his forearm and curled her toes in her boots.

“Good girl.”

Another slap over her mound caught on her clit and created a new tension in her belly.

She moaned and dropped the crown of her head into the crook of his neck.

“That’s it,” he said. “Let me hold you, let me show you.”

“Gunnvar...”

He slapped her pussy again, then again and again.

She jerked backward and forward, pressing onto his body then reeling forward. New tears began to form.

“That’s it, now take this.”

He reached between her legs, the heel of his hand pressing on her mound. He didn’t penetrate her with his fingers, instead he lay them over her entrance and set up a wild rocking motion, stimulating her clit.

She cried out, battled against him. It was so much. He was doing it hard, roughly, almost violently.

But damn, she wanted more.

“Find pleasure on my hand,” he said. “Let it happen.”

“Oh, Odin help me... oh, it’s so...”

“Ja, it is.” There was excitement in his tone. “You’re beautiful like this, you know that. Beautiful when you’re out of control, letting me take you.”

She wailed as the pressure grew. It was like naught she’d felt before. His big, roughened hand driving her to bliss. Would she be able to breathe through it, or would she die as he wrung a climax from her?

“Gunnvar!”

“Now. Take it now.”

She froze on her tiptoes, her fingernails digging into his flesh and her neck twisted, forehead pressed beneath his chin. And then it was there. Bigger, more powerful than ever before, an eruption of pleasure fired through her body like Thor’s lightning bolts.

He didn’t let up. He kept driving over her mound and clit, taking her higher still.

She howled and tore open her eyes, stared past his stubbled chin to the green of the forest ceiling. Her body barely felt like hers. Gunnvar owned it. He was master of it. When had she last felt so alive? When had she last felt so unmoored?

“Oh, oh, no. Stop.” She tried to clamp her legs together and twist away when the sensations became intolerable on her super-sensitive clit.

He held her firm but he did still his hand.

She was gasping for breath as her pussy contracted and pulsed; it was as if she’d run a field or two at full sprint.

“Now,” he said against her temple. “You have taken your punishment from me. We are on even terms again, little wolf.”

“Little... wolf?”

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