Page 95 of Shared By the Vikings

“I know. Really I do.” She’d say and do whatever it took to get him inside her.

“Good.” He paused. “Praise be to the gods, Ingrid. I need you.”

“And I need you. I always have and always will.”

He gritted his teeth and pressed the tip into her.

She willed herself to relax. He was big and thick and long. “More... please.”

“Ja, more.” He drove deeper, pulling her onto his cock as he pushed in.

She gasped and stared at his face. He appeared fascinated by the sight of his cock going into her pussy and his eyes were wide and unblinking.

She tensed her legs around him and he went deeper.

He moaned and pulled in a breath.

And then he was plundering into her, a wild, thrusting gallop to full depth. He only lingered there for a moment and then pulled out, raged back in.

He pulled her to him and kissed her, his tongue stabbing into her mouth the way his cock was into her pussy.

It was as if they were one person, so connected and moving together as they mated. Ingrid gripped him with every part of her body. She was on a fast ride to release. Her pussy was being stimulated relentlessly and his big body was riding over her clit.

Soon she could hold it off no more.

“Raud, oh... oh...ja, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He kept on going, hard and fast, a hammer driving in nails, an animal lost to instinct.

She loved it. Every second of it. Raud had always had a fierce sense of self-control and seeing him lose it, give into his lust for her was incredible.

She wailed as her climax gripped her and Raud gripped her sore ass. The sensations spiraled together and took her higher and higher.

He threw back his head, the tendons on his neck straining, and let out a deep bellow.

His cock throbbed inside her and he gripped her even tighter to him.

Her pleasure extended. She was dizzy with it, and grateful for his tight hold on her.

Another shot of release claimed him as his entire body trembled.

“Raud.” She clasped his face and drew it to her for a kiss.

He kissed her hungrily, like a starving man. And in that moment she really did feel utterly consumed by him.

“I am yours,” he said breathlessly. “You are more than a wife and princess, you are a goddess to me, Ingrid. I will never let you have a day of sorrow.”

“That pleases me,” she said, pushing his hair back from his hot brow. “And I will promise to behave better, should we go raiding again.”

“Good, but that is done now. You have cleared your slate.” He tucked her head beneath her chin, drew his hand from her ass, and clasped her close. “And finally I am inside you. It has been many summers I have dreamed of this.” He paused. “And to think yesterday I feared you dead.” He set a kiss on the top of her head. “I am the luckiest Viking to have ever lived.”

Ingrid smiled and nestled closer. Having Raud as one of her husbands made everything right.

Now all she had to do was convince her father that not marrying Bjorn Har and having four husbands of her own picking was also right.

She had a feeling that wasn’t going to be so easy.

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