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She reached beneath her short tunic to untie and unwrap her braies, letting it fall to the fur-covered ground. Without preamble, she jumped up and wrapped her boot-clad legs around his hips, arms around his neck.

“Table,” she ordered.

He understood perfectly, carrying her to the small wood surface in two strides and plopping her onto it with athunk. He swiped one arm in a broad stroke and cleared it of food and drink, sending pottery clattering to the floor, some items breaking when they met icy ground instead of cushioning fur.

“Come,” she urged, pulling him closer with her arms and legs, until his naked cock ground against her naked core.

Their juices made the friction slick and hot as he thrust slowly against her, sliding his considerable length and thickness through her wetness, making her sensitive parts tingle; her pearl, sing.

She latched onto his throat with biting sucks as he rutted into her, never fully penetrating, though his swollen cockhead sometimes caught at her entrance, and she squeezed her pussy to pull him in.

No, the male knew exactly what he was doing. He worked her nubbin with his fat, honeyed head with every pass. Worked her to an unbearable feverish pitch.

She bit his neck and clutched both hands onto his ass cheeks, trying to yank him into her. He was driving her mad!

“If you want it, say it,” his deep, husky voice washed over her. Gravelly. Controlled.

Which was more than she could say for herself. She was definitely losing control.

“Your cock,” she conceded.

“In me.Now.”

He pulled back and gave it to her in one, long, brutal thrust, pushing the breath right out of her lungs.

“This your reward?” he huffed.

She was pleased to note that he was just as out of breath. She wasn’t the only one affected by this inexplicable connection, this incendiary passion.

“This cock…” she swiveled her hips and clenched her core muscles in a move that should have made him see stars behind his eyelids.

“Ismine.”

Somehow, he pulled back from her unforgiving clasp and pounded hard back into her, jolting the table and every bone in her body.

“Ride it hard, then, Valkyrie. Show me what you’ve got.”

Oh, did she ever.

She let go of one hand to brace it on the table behind her, providing the leverage to elevate her torso off the surface and pull herself up and down the length of his cock with the flexing of her hips and legs.

This was her, fucking him.

She stared up at his slitted eyes, his face a stoic mask. But she could see how his jaw ticked beneath his stubble with every swivel of her hips. How the vein at his temple bulged with every clench of her thighs.

She screwed herself on his thick length like a woman possessed, chasing that red hot pleasure that singed her blood.

But more than that, she reveled in makinghispleasure boil. She could see it in his fire opal eyes.

Any moment now…

She pushed for the ecstasy to overflow. She wanted to see him come undone.

But then he pulled her off the table with one smooth motion and swung her back against a nearby wall.

Pinned against the icy surface by his plowing cock, her feet not able to touch ground even if she were to try to stand, she lost the leverage she had on the table.

He grasped her thighs and pulled them wide, holding her whole weight in his hands. In this position, he had all control.

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