Page 70 of Mastered By the Viking King

“Njal!” Tove shouted. “Don’t drop her.”

“I won’t, woman.” He took a quick step to the crib and laid the babe down.

Tove breathed a sigh of relief. Life would be less stressful when Helga was a little more robust. But right now, she was a delicate, fragile bundle.

Njal tugged a curtain around the crib to keep the area draft-free, then strode to their bed.

He sat down, toeing off his boots and socks.

“Come here, woman.” He gripped her now softer and wider hips, tugging her between his parted knees. “You are a sight for a warrior king who has naught but seen a naked woman for two whole moons.”

“I am happy to please you.”

“A few moments ago, you weren’t. You said no.”

He appeared stern but Tove saw the playful twinkle in his eye. He wasn’t truly angry with her. A little irked, perhaps, but that was nothing compared to the pleasure of having her naked before him.

“Your breasts are full.”

“Aye, my king.”

He leaned forward and circled her right nipple with his tongue.

She sighed, filling her hands with the hair at the crown of his head, leaning into his touch. Her breasts were heavy, her inner thighs tensing as she realized she was impatient for sex.

He switched to the other breast as he smoothed a palm around her waist to her butt, cupping her cheeks.

“Njal,” she murmured. “I’ve missed your hands upon me.”

He didn’t answer; instead he suckled gently on her left nipple.

A familiar dropping sensation tingled within her breast. She closed her eyes and locked her knees.

After a few moments, he pulled back.

A drip of white liquid beaded upon his lower lip.

“You are sweet and nourishing.”

“Aye. But it’s not for you.” She smiled and stroked his hair.

“I couldn’t resist a taste.” He circled her waist and pulled her onto the bed, lying down beside her. “I want to taste you all over—and I want to be inside you. Iwantyou.”

The need in his voice fueled her desire. “So, have me.”

Suddenly, he flipped her onto her belly. Slipping his hand beneath her, he raised her hips and ass into the air.

“Oh, my king!”

“First, we have the matter of you denying me.”

“I didn’t, I…oh!”

He gave her a swift slap, both cheeks stinging.

“Do not argue with me.”

She pressed her lips together and fisted the furs beneath her.

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