Page 57 of Shared By the Vikings

“Come.” Erik held up his hands.

She swallowed and looked at the ground. It was a long way down. He’d practically thrown her up.

“I’ll catch you,” he said.

“You can’t.”

He laughed. “I can.”

“But...”

“Trust me.”

She closed her eyes tight. “Odin, Loki, Thor, and Freya, stay with me.” With a quick push she released.

Her stomach went upward, the air enveloped her, but only for a moment because then she was in Erik’s arms. He snapped her to his chest but her forward momentum didn’t slow and he staggered backward before toppling to the grass.

She went with him, landing on his chest.

He gripped her shoulders. “You hurt?” He scanned her face.

“No. You make a soft landing for a hard man.”

He laughed, it was tinged with relief. “That was far.”

“I’m the one who fell it.”

His laughter faded and he slipped his hands up her neck to hold her face. “I will always catch you. It’s why the gods put me here, I understand that now.” He kissed her, holding her close as his tongue swept into her mouth.

His taste laced her tongue and she wanted more. She opened up and he took advantage, tipping his head and deepening the kiss.

She let out a groan and writhed on him, her chest rubbing against his, their groins connecting.

Suddenly she was on her back, legs spread, him between them. “Give me your maidenhead.” His dark eyes were as wild as any storm. “I will treasure that gift from you... but in the name of Thor I want to bury my cock in you and bring us so much pleasure we can hardly breathe.”

“Erik.” Oh, she wanted to. She really did.

“Sayja.”

Agreement was on the tip of her tongue. He was all she could see and feel and she wanted him to show her all the things he’d promised to.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, his lips brushing hers. “I will make it as good as it can be for a first time.”

She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. “Ja, Erik, take it.”

A flash of a smile tugged his lips then he was kissing her again, his hands were busy tugging at her clothing.

She arched her back and closed her eyes as his lips trailed down her neck and he rid her of her tunic. The warm morning air caressed the skin on her chest.

“Thor help me. You’re small but perfect,” he said, then flicked his tongue over each of her nipples.

Gasping at the new sensation, she speared her fingers into his hair. Her nipples tightened, tugging the skin around them as they pointed and hardened.

His big hands, rough palms were sliding over her chest, learning her shape, and everywhere he touched became alive with heat and need. He was sucking on her nipples now, switching between them, using his teeth too.

“Erik,” she said then groaned.

He moved upward and caught her mouth again. His naked chest pressed on hers, another new sensation, and she hugged him closer, adoring his body hair on her flesh.

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