Page 38 of Mastered By the Viking King

He sought her entrance and pushed in.

This time she welcomed him, wanting the dense filling, no longer afraid. “Oh, Sire, please…”

“You will get what you need, my queen.”

He set to working her with his tongue again, concentrating on the spot that created the wild pressure within her pelvis. He used his fingers to penetrate her over and over, working her insides.

She twisted, fighting the grip of the twine. Her need was growing. It was big and powerful, and only her king could sate it.

“Oh… oh… I’m… it’s so…!”

Her desperate cries seemed to spur him on. He upped the speed in which his fingers drove within her, licking her sweet spot with renewed enthusiasm.

“Oh, for the love of all the gods in Valhalla!” She pulled hard against her bonds, the bed rattling. Unable to contain the pressure any longer, it released, spinning through her body like a web of bliss.

Her internal muscles clamped around his fingers as he beat her sweet spot with his tongue.

She wailed, a high-pitched sound that came from deep in her chest. Her body belonged to him as her climax rolled on and on.

She squeezed her legs around his body, holding him close.

The bliss had her spine juddering, bright lights flashing behind her eyelids.

Eventually, he slowed, lifting his head.

She was breathing hard as she opened her eyes and looked down.

His beard was shiny with her moisture, his eyes glistening. “I believe my queen enjoyed that.”

“Njal…” She struggled to speak. “I never… thought… that…”

“A man would want to set his mouth upon a woman?” He rose up, sliding his bare chest over hers. “A good Viking wants to please his woman, reward her for obeying him, for being wise and beautiful. You are all of those things, so you will be well rewarded with pleasure. All the pleasure I can give you, sweet wife.”

He kissed her, his lips tasting of juicy berries.

“Now.” He reached for the twine, releasing it. “You have your next lesson.”

“I do?”

What else? How much more can I possibly take?

“Sit.” He maneuvered to the side of the bed and untied her arms, gently lowering them.

She winced, her shoulders aching.

“Shh.” He kissed the ball of her right shoulder. “You will soon forget this small discomfort.”

“Aye, I know.”

He helped her to sit, then stood at the side of the bed. He indicated the lip of the bed. “On the edge. It is time for you to learn how to pleasure me with your mouth.”

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His wife’s shocked expression was worth ten of Njal’s silver coins.

“Aye, Tove, I own your body and that includes your mouth and now Iwantyour mouth.”

She opened her mouth as if to speak but no words came out.

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