Page 38 of Mated to the Vikings

My hands were clammy, my pulse racing yet I stared him down. “Then do what you need to do. Take me. Use me. I don’t care any longer.”

He glowered, leaning down and taking several deep breaths. “Do not tempt me, little girl.”

I shoved his chest, using every ounce of strength.

He didn’t budge.

Hissing, I tried to get away, attempting to crawl under his massive arm.

He simply clamped his hand around my cheek and chin, holding me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he stated with absolute domination in his tone.

Every part of me was quivering as shame mixed with severe longing, jetting through me like rocket fuel. I continued to fight, beating on his chest and wiggling my entire body until he nuzzled against my neck. All the fight disappeared, the need to run away. The connection we shared was so intense, vibrant, breath-stealing.

Shivering, I resisted touching him, knowing that if I did, I could lose all self-control. I closed my eyes as he licked from the tip of my earlobe all the way down my neck. When he cupped my breasts, kneading my nipples between his fingers, my legs quivered. Everything about this man was barbaric yet his actions were gentle, bringing my nipples to hard points within seconds.

“Your body hungers for mine,” he whispered, his caresses more virulent.

“No… I…” There was no way for me to lie, the strong scent of my desire already floating between us.

He licked up to my jaw, darting his tongue around my lips. After a brief hesitation, he crushed his mouth over mine, holding the kiss in place for several seconds.

I was unable to stop the ragged moan or the fact I arched my back until my hips pushed against him. He was hard, throbbing and all I wanted to do was free his cock, stroking up and down. He thrust his tongue inside, entwining with mine. The taste of him was tangy, his scent filling my nostrils.

The kiss became more intoxicating as he undulated his hips against me, grinding his stiff shaft to the point I couldn’t hold back any longer. I fought to slide my hand between us, finally able to wrap my fingers around his cock, shuddering the moment I did. He was much thicker and longer than I’d envisioned, the girth filling my hand.

Breaking the kiss, he tipped his head back and roared. He jammed his hand between my legs, cupping my mound, his thumb tickling my clit. “Do you want my cock inside of you, filling you? Fucking you?”

“Yes.” The word slipped easily from my mouth. Suddenly I realized that the vision I’d created of the event in the cave didn’t match reality. He’d been forceful, but not uncaring, a gentle giant in his demanding ways. I was taken aback by the understanding, and by the concept that we could belong to each other.

But how? I didn’t know him. I’d never met him.

“Do you long to have your tight asshole filled, stretching you wide open for me? Spilling seed into you?”

“Oh… Yes.” I could no longer focus as he swirled his thumb around my clit in a rough manner.

I’d drifted onto my toes, one hand palming his chest as I stroked his cloth-covered cock. I longed to roll his swollen balls between my fingers, driving him to the point of madness.

“Do you want several cocks taking you, owning your body?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I whimpered.

Erik issued a husky laugh as he rubbed his hand forward and backward, creating the most intense friction. Within seconds, I was humping his hand, tingling sensations almost driving me to the point of orgasming.

His fingers slipped between my pussy lips, sliding easily inside. I was so wet, juice trickling down both thighs. As he pumped in and out, I lolled my head on his shoulder, my breathing ragged. I was on fire, the blood coursing wildly through my veins. Electrified, I had difficulty thinking. All I wanted was to be fucked.

When he pinched and twisted my nipple, I almost came. The pain was brutal but instantly shoving me into the most amazing state of bliss.

“Yes. Please…”

“Please what, little girl?” He gave another animalistic growl as he shoved three then four fingers inside, flexing them all the way open until my muscles strained to accept them. He finger-fucked me for several seconds and I couldn’t put two coherent words together. I was lost in this man, falling into a beautiful cataclysm of passion.

“Please fuck me,” I managed, finally tilting my head so I could gaze into his eyes. They were mesmerizing, adding to the fuel burning within my system. The man was so powerful, so masterful at what he was doing.

Erik’s eyes darted back and forth, his chest rising and falling. His upper lip curled then he took a step back, yanking of his clothes. The magnificence of him, seeing every inch of his naked body once again was breathtaking.

I marveled at his broad chest, every muscle so well defined that he appeared carved out of stone. His thin waist fell into narrow hips and his long and muscular legs were the ultimate in power and perfection.