Page 36 of Mastered By the Viking King

Her heart rate picked up as she obeyed. Cool air washed over her underarms, and she dug her heels into the soft furs.

“Good.” He grasped her wrists, quickly wrapping the twine around them. Then he dragged them upward, harnessing them to the newel on the bedhead.

She arched her back. She was truly at his mercy now.

“Iwouldinstruct you to stay there,” he said. “But you have no choice, do you?”

She swallowed, tugging at the twine. It had been secured well. “Aye, my king. I am at your mercy.”

He scratched the dark patch of hair at the center of his chest, licking his lips. “Prepare to learn more about pleasure.”

He turned and walked to the corner of the room, past the loom.

Raising her head, she tried to see what he was doing. He was banging around, knocking and clanking earthenware together.

After a few moments, he returned to the bedside holding a flat piece of wood with handles at either end. He set it on a stool beside the bed.

“You are hungry?” she asked, the sight of the sliced apple, pears, and loganberries making her mouth water.

“Aye, and I wish to feast—on you.” He sat beside her and reached for a cube of apple. Very gently, he set it in the hollow of her throat. “Keep still.”

He added another beside it, then the next one he placed in her mouth.

She ate it, the juice spreading over her tongue and cheeks.

He reached for a slice of pear, then tipped forward and circled her right nipple with his tongue.

She drew in a quick gasp. The tingling sensation in her breast was one of tickling pleasure.

He continued to work her nipple until it was a hard point. Then he nipped it between his teeth and tugged.

“Njal?” A shard of panic went through her as a nip of pain bore down on her delicate flesh.

He bared his teeth and his eyes connected with hers.

Her breath hitched. If he wanted to, he could bite her nipple right off.

But he didn’t. Instead, he closed his eyes and released it only to start suckling upon it, drawing it into the hot wetness of his mouth.

After a few moments, he pulled back, reaching for a slice of pear and placing it beside her nipple. He added another, and another, until the fruit formed a circle upon her breast.

“Don’t let it fall off.”

“No…” Her belly was tight, her toes curled.

He set his attention on her other nipple, treating it to the same lavish affection with his tongue and mouth. Once again, when her nipple was a hard peak, he placed a pear onto her breast.

“Here.” He fed her a slice of the pear, then took some himself.

He pinched up a berry and set it upon her sternum, repeating the action, creating a row to her navel.

She stared at his face, his hair pulled back and concentration etched over his brow.

“Now for this.” He held up a small brown jug. “To complete my feasting on you.”

She pressed her fingernails into her palms, waiting to see what would appear from the jug as he held it over her navel.

Bright red liquid dripped down onto her pale skin.

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