Page 26 of To Find a Viking Treasure (Norse #2)

His head swooped between her breasts and he licked a freckle on her cleavage. Brandr kissed the spot, sucking and muffling words about tasting her freckles. The growling moans on her breastbone shot liquid heat inside her, down her navel, past her abdomen to the fragile lips between her legs.

Big, calloused hands clasped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, rolling dark pink flesh. Mouth open, his brow darkened. The pliant nipples fascinated him.

“Come.” Her hand hooked inside his waistband.

“What?” Brandr glared at her, his mind snared in lust-filled fog. The indent etched deeper over his nose.

Leading him by the waistband, she took him to the edge of the bed. The fire cast its molten glow across the sleeping fur. Darkness pitched all around the longhouse save where they stood. Shadows flickered across his jaw and a wicked smile spread.

Tiny flames burned in Brandr’s silvery eyes. “I’m forgetting the finer points of seduction with you.”

She loosened his trousers’ leather ties. The backs of her hand bumped his flat belly, and two fine rows of taut muscle tensed above Brandr’s navel. Orange light contrasted with the deep purple bruise on his waist. He’d lived a hard life. Now she’d soften his path all the rest of her days.

Her breath raced. “You don’t have to with me.”

He liked rough sex. She sensed it, even if he wouldn’t fully admit aloud how powerful the want was.

Nor did she give him a chance to say so when she kissed him full on the mouth, open, her tongue brushing his, sucking the tip, mimicking on his tongue the rutting he’d do to her.

The kisses were wild, wet, and unashamed of fleshly pleasures.

Brandr’s big hands grabbed her bottom, squeezing her plump seat. Their bodies rammed together. Friction. Bumping. Her thatch of hair grinding hardness in his wool trousers.

He cupped the back of her head and broke their hot kiss. Panting, he rested his forehead on hers. “We’re going too fast.”

She pushed his trousers down and the black wool slid to his knees. “We’re not going fast enough.”

Brandr’s erection bounced on her belly. Waves of gooseflesh swept over his thighs, his chest, and arms. She fondled the length of him as one might stroke a pet, playing with the long, smooth hardness. “This would be a bad time for Lord Hakan’s man to come for the treasure.”

Brandr grabbed a handful of her hair at her nape. “Sestra,” he growled.

His heavy breath came in fits, yet his hot forehead stayed touching hers.

He needed her as much as she needed him.

She loved him and she lusted for him. The desire for Brandr burned in every fiber of her body.

Her nipples ached, her skin tingled, and she wanted him inside her.

This hot craving for Brandr left a mark far deeper than bodies against bodies.

Love wasn’t a language she fully understood, the taut connection that made one man and one woman want to be together forever. She knew one thing. He filled her.

And, she smiled wantonly, now he was going to fill her.

“Here.” She pushed him back and settled her bottom on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs wide, she let him take his fill of the little red bush that fascinated him.

A tendon stood on his neck. Her feminine outer lips parted and cool air caressed hot flesh. She braced herself on one elbow, her other hand sliding through slippery skin, stirring wetness. Rubbing, massaging, provoking. Enough to make Brandr’s life vein throb above his collarbone.

Hot, wanting pressure tormented her. The cradle of her hips tilted forward, pushed back, tilted forward, and pushed back.

She bit her lower lip, stifling a moan.

Brandr towered over her, his glazed stare locked onto her circling fingers. Little snicking noises sounded in the deserted longhouse. The bed ropes creaked.

“This is what you want,” she said, stroking springy curls between her legs. “For the rest of our lives.”

She thrust her breasts high, unashamed at her ploy to lure him. She wanted him for all the right reasons. When he grabbed himself and slid his erection into her, she wanted him for all the wrong reasons, too.

His large, sun-bronzed hands rested on her pale thighs. Brandr crashed into her, stopping to wonder at black curls mixed with red.

“Look at that.” His voice was hoarse, and the iron amulet around his neck swung wildly between them

Orange firelight played over the slopes of his shoulders. His nipples were tight brown circles on his chest, the center nub a tiny point. Brandr began to slide out of her, all the way to his tip.

She whimpered and nudged her bottom forward.

Brandr stopped when the crown was barely inside her and he waited. She licked her lips and scooted closer, the sleeping fur rustling on eiderdown beneath her. He grabbed her bottom cheeks, halting her.

“Lay back.” A lazy smile spread over his face. “I have control eshgh-am .”

She sunk back on the downy mattress. Her mouth opened to ask the meaning of the foreign words, but Brandr grabbed himself, angling the tip, touching the sensitive spot high inside her.

Quick. Short. Thrusts. Pleasure flared everywhere, embers sparkling under her skin. Her body bowed off the bed. The sweet pressure…fullness right where his fullness touched.

This was why a woman’s body existed. To float on a cloud of pure ecstasy. To let a man gift himself to her and know the purest of connections.

Her bottom quivered on the fur beneath her. Hairy male thighs rubbed her inner thighs. Bed ropes creaked harder. Black hair fell around Brandr’s face, his silver eyes intense. He bent over her and bracing a hand beside her hip, his other slipped between them.

She jolted from white hot pleasure.

His finger joined the tip of his cock.

“Gahhh,” she cried, her body bowing higher the more the rhythm flowed in and out.

Her eyes widened. She clutched the fur. Shock and bliss centered on the strange touch between her legs. The tip of his finger and his hardness brushed lightly inside her.

She writhed, yanking fistfuls of fur. “Brandrrr…”

“Let it come eshgh-am . Let it come.” And he bent forward, grazing her nipple between his teeth.

Angling her head, she glimpsed his hand aligned with his cock, palm facing her, moving in time with his hips. Slow. The way he rowed, back and forth with measured strokes, making each one count. His control like his strokes turned her limbs to melting butter.

“Brandr.” She gulped air. “I’m…it’s…”

Never again would she look at oars and boats with dislike.

The bed creaked, louder and faster. Noise came from her, grunts from Brandr pumping harder between her legs. The beast he tried hard to hide unfurled.

“I can’t....” He removed his finger and lunged fully into her. Hard. Fast. Rough.

Brandr braced his hands on either side of her waist. His hot forehead rested on her chest, new sweat glistening on his shoulders. The Viking grunted with every thrust. The bed shook like stormy seas. He rammed into her, and she rammed back with all her might.

Darkness covered her eyes. Wetness dripped over her tender folds.

The beast of need took over her body. She grabbed the hair on Brandr’s head with both hands, shoving shameless hips into him. His teeth grazed her other nipple. Shudders exploded across her navel.

“Brandr…you are so, so…” Her words were lost.

Thoughts fluxed to nothing. She couldn’t talk. She wouldn’t try.

Her body was reduced to pure, fluid feeling.

Through her lashes, she watched him. Hips pounding, Brandr suckled her nipple before opening wider to take more of her breast into his mouth.

He devoured her, sucking a mouthful of the freckled curves.

Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t swallow. Brandr took half her breast into his mouth all while his hips drove her stunned, pleasured body into the squeaky mattress.

His animal stare met hers, glowing and predatory in firelight.

And with a popping sound, his mouth released her breast.

Jiggling, freckled skin glistened. Her fleshy nipple poked high for more.

He inched up her body and his tongue laved the dark pink skin.

Eyes smoldering, his hot mouth hovered over her other breast. Sweat trickled down his forearm.

His rutting hardly slowed. Growling against her skin, Brandr kept eye contact as he covered the pliant inner curve with his mouth and bit.

Pleasure-pain spiked hard. He left his mark. Faint indents on pale freckles.

Tremors shook her thighs. Wild animals bit when they mated. His claiming bite rattled her. Her body sheened with sweat, bowing high and hard, slamming into Brandr’s chest before her back dropped onto the bed again. She buried her face in the sleeping fur, her final cry hoarse.

The Viking slammed one final time, roaring against her breast. Stars spangled bright against the dark wood rafters before all went black.