Page 94 of Shared By the Vikings

“I’m not apologizing.” He paused and cupped her face. “And I’ll do it again if you step out of line.”

“I won’t. Or I’ll try not to.”

“Good.” He ran his hand over her chest to the juncture of her thighs. “Are you wet for me?”

“Raud, I... oh...”

He’d slipped two fingers into her entrance and pushed them high, sliding through her moisture until his knuckles pressed up against her pussy lips.

“Ah, you feel like Valhalla inside,” he said onto her mouth. “I want my cock in you.”

“I want that too, and your seed.”

“You will have that.” He pulled out then pushed back in, repeated that action. He was pumping his fingers into her working all the sweet little spots inside that made her feel good and forget all about being bad.

“The other men have all laid with you?”

“Ja, but I wouldn’t have given my... not if—”

“Shh, this is what the gods planned for my princess so who am I to argue.”

His thumb caught on her clit.

“Oh...” She fluttered her eyes closed and clung to him. “Raud.”

“You are the most beautiful maiden I have ever seen.” He kissed her cheek then over to her ear, his breaths a loud storm. “And I want to feel your pleasure.”

“I want that with you...” She groaned long and low, wondering if he meant for her to find release with his hand because she was going to.

No, I want his cock. This first time together I want him to share the moment with me.

“Raud.” She slid her hands down his bare chest, over his tight abdomen to his waistband. He’d removed his belt and she quickly freed the button and released his cock.

It was hot and hard and fully erect.

She caught it in her fist and squeezed.

He moaned, a low rumble deep in his chest.

“Put it in me,” she said. “Now, Raud. Now.”

He withdrew his fingers, slid one hand beneath her ass to tilt her hips and pull her to the very edge of the table.

“Oh.” She gripped the back of his head and locked her ankles behind him.

He looked down, concentration etched on his features, and angled his cock at her wet entrance.

“Do it,” she said, a wonderful sense of ownership and power returning to her. “Do it, Raud, get inside me. Me, your princess, your wife to be.”

“Are you ordering me?” He stilled.

“Ja... I mean no. No, I’m not.” She was mindless with want.

“I think you were.”

“Please,” she begged, screwing up her eyes. “Please, Raud, I...”

“Because that’s not how this works, I’m in control.”

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