Viking (A Real Man, 9) Page 3

  “Sweet Ingrid,” he said and cupped my face, bringing his lips down on mine. He kissed me softly, but I could feel the fire deep in him, the need to take me in the way he was: raw, unhinged. He pulled back, and I swore his dick got harder, thicker. His blue eyes were trained right on me, and he looked so intense, so wild.

  “I need to touch you,” he said on this guttural groan.

  “I need you to touch me, Gunnar.”

  The only thing he did was to let out a harsh sound of pleasure before stepping up to me. He cupped a breast, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. I was wet right now, my nipples hard, my body tight, feeling like I was on fire. He ran his thumbs over the peaks of my breasts, and tingling spread through me, making me shiver, making me moan as if on command.

  “You’re ready for me.” He didn’t state it like a question. He said it like he knew me so well, despite the fact that we’d only been in each other’s company for a short time.

  He does know me so well. He knows what I want, what I need. I can see that reality on his face, in the way he touches me.

  “I’ll be gentle, my female.”

  My heart thundered, and I found myself shaking my head. “Maybe I don’t want gentle.”

  His nostrils flared, and I knew those words had done something intense to him. Gunnar had his hands on my waist and, in a matter of seconds, lifted me into the air. I was forced to brace my hands on his shoulders to balance myself. But he had a tight hold on me, and I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. He turned us around, and he had me in the tub moments later, moving in behind me. The bathing tub was on the smaller side, and with two bodies in it the fit was tight. But I had a feeling that’s exactly what Gunnar wanted.

  I was in front of him, with his big, muscular thighs on either side of me, and his huge, hard cock prodding my back. He had his hands on my knees, smoothing them up and down, and I marveled at the white crisscrossed marks lining the backs of his hands. They were the hands of a warrior, one who had seen battle, who had survived. I placed mine atop his, the water making my motions slick, smooth. He was tense behind me, his big body coiled tightly, telling me he was really trying to keep his control. I softened toward him more. He could have easily overpowered me, taken me like a savage, a beast.

  Before I knew what was happening, he turned me around, the water splashing over the edge of the metal. I gasped from the sudden movement, from my skin kissing the chilled air…and especially from the way my thighs were spread on either side of Gunnar’s. His waist was lean, his dick a hard rod between us, the tip peeking out of the top of the water. He had a cloth in his hand, and I didn’t stop him from running it over my back, along the curve of my bottom, and over the outside of my thigh. He moved it over my belly, up my rib cage, and finally engulfed my breast with his cloth-covered palm. His hand was so large and masculine. A shiver worked its way through me. I was immensely aroused, so ready for him that I would have told him to take me right there and then and not felt ashamed about it. The sound that left him was gruff, maybe even barbaric.

  God, it made me hotter.

  “You feel good on top of me, my female.”

  And you feel good under me, my Viking.

  I didn’t say those words aloud, couldn’t say anything. My throat was too tight, the words stalling on my tongue, refusing to submit, to reveal themselves. He was hard between my legs, his monstrous shaft prodding me, almost demanding entrance into the most sensitive, intimate part of me.

  “I want you, want to take you right here.”

  I closed my eyes at his accented words, his voice deep, his body pressed right up against me.

  “But when I take my wife for the first time, it’ll be in the bed we share.” He pushed my hair off my shoulder, the ends wet, sliding along my skin like a lover’s touch…like Gunnar’s touch.

  The rest of our bathing was done without anything more than Gunnar touching me, stroking my flesh with the dried flower- and oil-infused cloth. When he’d washed my hair, making sure every part of me was clean, perfect, and content, he helped me out of the bathing tub. He dried me off with gentle motions, paying attention to every part of me, making sure no droplets of water lined my flesh.

  Desire coursed through me violently, weaving its way into my body, making me a servant to it. He rose from his haunches. Gunnar made me feel like such a helpless female, yet strong in my own right because I knew the effect I had on him. And then he lifted me up, and I was forced to brace my hands on his chest or I would have toppled over. He smelled clean, like pine and fresh ocean air with a hint of salt. We might have just bathed together, but this was his scent, the way he always smelled.

  I felt my body grow warm, my nipples harden, and I became wet between my thighs.

  “It’s time to rest,” he said, his command not to be broken, but I wasn’t tired. I wanted to feel his hard body pressed against mine, desired to submit to him in a way that had us joining as one.

  I could have argued, could have told him I needed him then, but I didn’t want to force anything.

  When we were on the pallet, he moved behind me, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me in tightly toward his body, and making me feel protected. I could handle myself, had been trained somewhat in my village to protect myself, but I was physically weaker than Gunnar. That was just a fact. He made me feel like I didn’t have to be afraid of what would happen the next day, if I’d be alone, and not knowing where to go from there.

  The feeling of his very large, very pronounced erection digging into the small of my back had my entire body coming awake. I stared at the fire, at the flames licking over the wood. I listened to the howl of the wind, the villagers talking softly right outside the walls. And if I listened carefully, I could almost hear the sound of the water lapping along the shore.

  I breathed out slowly, squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to stem off my arousal. I knew Gunnar would take me if I asked, but for some reason I was holding back.

  Why? Why not let Gunnar claim me, make me feel like a real woman? Why not let this fierce Viking take control like I know he can? Let him claim me, conquer me fully.

  The sound of him inhaling my hair had this tingle spreading through me. I felt it start in my pussy, racing up my body and settling in my lips.

  No, I didn’t want to wait anymore. I didn’t want to stop what was clearly moving between us. Maybe it was fate or the gods or just intense attraction that had this fire rushing between us. Whatever it was, I wasn’t about to stop it, hide it, or bury it inside anymore.

  I shifted, turning so I was facing him now, and inhaled deeply. The scruff on his face had my fingers itching to touch his square jaw. He was so masculine. His chest was bare, the tattoos and scars lining his golden flesh making every part of me want to surrender.

  “My Ingrid.”

  My breath caught at the way he said my name.

  There was no stopping this, because I knew once Gunnar had me, there really was no going back.

  But I don’t want to go back, and I don’t know if that should make me happy or incredibly scared of what my future holds.

  I wouldn’t stop this.

  I won’t. Can’t.

  The fire in the center of the room crackled, licking over the wood, heating the hut as well as my body. The small dots of perspiration lining my spine had nothing to do with me being warm and everything to do with my arousal. My nipples were hard, almost aching. I wanted Gunnar with a fierceness I’d never experienced before. And although I felt the hard rod between us, the evidence of his need for me, I knew if I said I didn’t want this right now, he wouldn’t push me. He’d give me the time I needed, no matter how long that might be. I knew that as well as I knew he wanted me. I felt that honesty in his touch, in the way he looked at me, spoke to me. He was a true warrior, a real man.

  But there would be no waiting. I wanted this now.

  6

  Gunnar

  If she told me she didn’t want this, I’d respect her wishes, even though my balls
ached, my cock was hard, and I wanted her so fucking badly I could taste it.

  I looked down at her chest, her breasts the perfect size for me to cup in my hand. Her nipples were hard, ready for me, for my mouth. A harsh groan left me, my arousal like a beast rising up from the water that surrounded my village.

  I smoothed a hand down her side and saw the way her breathing increased, her chest raising and falling rapidly. She was a virgin, untouched. She’d be mine in all ways, claimed only by me.

  “All mine.” I didn’t bother hiding the possessiveness that came from me. If she hadn’t figured out already, she’d see soon enough that she was mine, and anyone who tried to take her from me would meet their death at the end of my ax. I lowered my head and inhaled at the base of her throat, her scent sweet, like the oils and dried flowers I’d used to bathe her. I’d wash her every night, make sure she was content in my arms, that she was pleasured in all ways. I’d be the one to see to her needs, to make sure she never wanted for anything.

  I rested my forehead against the side of her neck and groaned deeply. Fuck, I was so stiff, my balls drawn up tightly to my body, the need to be buried in her pussy riding me hard. I needed to push through her innocence, to claim her maidenhead, to make her fully mine. I moved my palm along the dip of her waist, along her outer thigh, then over her belly. I felt the heat from her pussy and clenched my jaw, trying to control myself. I wanted to spread her legs and plunge into her right now, but I wasn’t a savage. I could control this, make it good for her first time. My cock gave a mighty jerk, the bastard wet at the tip, pre-cum making an appearance.

  “Tell me what you want, my female.”

  She closed her eyes and made this soft, innocent sound.

  “Touch me,” she whispered.

  I wouldn’t make her wait, wouldn’t make either of us suffer. “Then spread for me, sweetness.” When she obeyed so nicely, I slipped my hand between her thighs, a guttural groan leaving me when I felt how wet she was for me. “You want me to make you feel good?” I said against the corner of her mouth.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  But I shifted, turning her so her back was to my chest, her ass pressed right up against my dick. My cock throbbed painfully, making me close my eyes and grind my teeth. I slipped my hand between her legs once more and rubbed my fingers through her slit.

  Up and down.

  Slow and easy.

  Her hands had the animal furs in a tight grasp, her knuckles white with how fiercely she held them. I rubbed her harder, a little faster. Her arousal covered my fingers, and I growled in approval.

  “That’s it, Ingrid. Get nice and juicy for me. I want to slide right in once I claim you.” She gasped after I spoke, and I gently nipped at her shoulder as I continued to rub her cunt. “Tell me you’re mine, that you’re my wife, mine to fuck, to cherish.”

  She gasped for me again. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” Her head was tossed back, her blonde hair scattered along the dark furs, a startling contrast.

  I growled. I felt like this wild animal resided in me, wanting to be free, to devour Ingrid. “So soft.” I slid my finger faster up and down her slit. “So sweet.” I ran my tongue along her throat, following the path with my teeth. She shivered for me, reacting to my touch in all the ways I needed her to. She submitted to me but was strong in her own right. I needed that in my female, needed one who could be a match for me…a warrior.

  I moved my fingers from her pussy, sliding my hand along her belly and holding it there. “And one day soon my sons and daughters will grow in here. You’ll give me strong children, won’t you, sweetness?” Moving my hand up her belly, along the curve of her breast, and stopping on her neck, I whispered for her to look at me. She obeyed so nicely.

  “You want me to claim you, to break through your maidenhead and claim your virginity as mine?” She nodded slowly, her mouth parted, her breathing harsh. “Say the words.”

  “I want you, Gunnar.”

  “Show me where.”

  She took my hand and placed it right between her thighs…right on her wet pussy. “Right here,” she whispered.

  I cupped her cheek and kissed her, made her take my tongue, made her know I couldn’t wait anymore.

  I was going to take my woman, and by the end of it she’d be sated, content, and all mine.

  Ingrid

  Gunnar had his big body over mine, the heat from the fire and him covering me, causing beads of sweat to line my body in the best of ways. He took hold of my face, his hands huge on my cheeks, his gaze on me intense, commanding. I watched as he looked at my mouth, his pupils dilating, his arousal written across his expression.

  “I’m never letting you go, Ingrid.”

  His words were fierce, his determination to hold that above everything else coming through like a chilled flash of air around me. He said something to me in his native tongue, some of the words familiar enough that I knew he called me beautiful, sweet, and so gentle.

  “Kiss me,” I whispered, wanting to feel his lips on mine again, the power, the passion that came from him and stole everything else away. There was nothing else that mattered except being with Gunnar and letting him dominate my body in only the best of ways.

  He didn’t make me wait, didn’t deny me.

  He kissed me like he owned me. He does own me, every part of me, and I need that like I need to breathe. Gunnar’s lips were firm, so full and powerful that I couldn’t help but surrender to him. I swallowed the deep sound he made, tasted the flavor of him on my lips, on my tongue. I grabbed his biceps, the muscle underneath my palm twitching, his power coming through clearly.

  “I’m going to devour you tonight, wife, so thoroughly you won’t be able to think about anything besides what I’ll do to you in this bed.”

  The feeling of his hands on my face, of his fingers stroking my flesh, seeming to memorize me, had me arching into him. I felt the hard rod between his thighs prodding my cleft, a huge appendage that had me wet, needy. The feel of his hand skating up my arm, landing on my neck, holding me gently in place, told me of his strength. He could overpower me if he really wanted to, and that made me hotter, made me aroused even more.

  “So sweet, Ingrid,” he murmured, and started thrusting himself against me. He didn’t penetrate me, just kept a slow and steady humping motion, pressing into my slit, bumping the little nub that tingled at the top of my sex. I felt something building within me, felt this tightening at the base of my back, stars dancing behind my lips, and my body feeling like it was being swallowed whole.

  I gasped and dug my nails into his arms, holding him to me.

  “That’s it,” he groaned and went faster as he pushed against me, his shaft sliding through my folds, bumping that little bundle of nerves, making me cry and writhe for him, under him.

  And then something snapped. I felt myself grow higher, felt the world rush around me, sweeping me away. I tossed my head back as the pleasure slammed into me. All the while Gunnar never stopped moving, never stopped pressing himself against me, making me cry out at the intensity of the pleasure.

  The fire running through my veins could not be ignored, could not be extinguished. I didn’t want it to be. I wanted to be consumed by it forever.

  He kissed a path along my collarbone, his voice low, growling in intensity. He’d slowed his thrusting, but I felt how hard he was. He was a steel sword between us, his need evident, physical. Despite the explosion that happened in me, I was so wet, so ready for him. He grunted, murmuring in his native tongue.

  “You’re primed for me, giving me all I want, all I need.” He ground his hardness into me a few more times before stilling, his breathing harsh and his body corded with strength, tense.

  But I didn’t want him to stop. He ran his tongue up the length of my throat until a shiver worked its way through me. Gunnar lifted his head and looked down at me, a fire behind his eyes.

  “I need you now, Ingrid.”

  I took a deep breath and licked my lips. “Then claim
me.”

  He flared his nostrils, his eyes glazing over with lust, with the need to do what I’d said, what I desperately wanted. The way he kissed me stole my breath but made me want so much more. He groaned against my mouth and grabbed a chunk of my hair, tilting my head back, making my throat arch, bared.

  I gasped when he ran his tongue back down my neck and along my pulse. Wetness coated my inner thighs, a testament to how worked up I was, how ready I was for him. I felt his hand on my leg, moving behind to skate along the curve of my ass, and down lower until he gripped me behind my knee and pulled it up and out. I was spread wide, and he nestled in farther, resting his full weight on me, pressing me down onto the fur. I gasped, my sensitivity startling.

  He ground against me now, the tip of his shaft pressed right to my entrance.

  “Gods,” I whispered. He had his hand between my thighs, and I made this sound in the back of my throat at the sensations traveling through me. His big fingers found my soaking slit, and he started teasing me.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist. I need you closer to me.”

  I wrapped my thighs around his waist, my pussy coming in contact with his hand fully now. We both made deep sounds. The hot, hard length of him rubbed along my inner thigh at the same time he stroked me over and over again, teasing me, tormenting me.

  “So ready for me,” he groaned out. “So receptive, Ingrid, my wife.” He immediately took possession of one of my breasts with his mouth, moving his tongue along the stiff peak, biting at the tip gently. Shocks of pleasure slammed into me. His hot breath skimmed over my flesh, and I sucked in a deep breath, feeling dizzy, light-headed.

  “I’m going to fuck you, sweetness. I’m going to make you take all my hard inches, make you weak-kneed from the passion I have for you.” He moved his hand out from between my thighs. “And when you don’t think you can handle anymore, I’m going to make you ride me deep and hard, all night long.”