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“Iwill love you for eternity.”
My hands caress my husband’s cheeks as I press my lips to his. I can’t see him in the darkness of our hiding place, but I can feel him, all of him. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan with satisfaction. When our village is under attack isn’t the best time for the pleasures of the flesh, but I’ve always found it hard to resist him.
“You have to be quiet, my love,” he whispers. “I don’t want the Vikings to hear us.”
“Mmm.”
“Lift your dress up,” he demands as his hands smooth up my bare thighs.
I reach down and pull the material past my waist and over my head. After tossing it into the corner, I grab the hem of his shirt and yank it out of his waistband.
“So impatient,” he teases.
“I need you. Right now. Forever.”
He scoots me to the side and quickly undresses before easing me to my back in the dirt. Leaning over my body, aligning himself up with my entrance, he surges inside of me just as a flame flickers in the window, illuminating his face.
“My God, Vik—”
My eyes fly open, severing my connection to the dream world. My breaths come out in quick pants, and I slowly sit up. The dream started out like it always does. The same husband and wife, the same life and death situation, but it morphed this time. Not into a nightmare, but something much worse.
It had been as if I was having an out-of-body experience, like I was watching myself with the man from Cherry’s in the most intimate of moments.
What is wrong with me?
My pussy is still throbbing, as if it’s silently begging to be worshiped. Ever since Viking left the bar last night, I haven’t been able to keep him out of my mind. That’s all this is… me obsessing over a hot guy because I’m horny.
Thatisall this is, right?
Then why did it feel so real? Why am I still experiencing physical sensations that should only happen by the touch of a man?
Because you can still feel his stare as you danced like a caress.
As soon as I stepped onto the stage earlier, I immediately sought him out. He’d been talking to Sarah, but quickly honed in on me, and never once did he look away. Hell, I’m not even sure he blinked.
Deciding a cold shower is in order, I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the frigid water doesn’t dull my senses one bit, so I turn the knob and let the hot stream wash over me.
And then I conjure up an image of Viking.
I cup my boobs and pinch my nipples. The little bite of pain sends a sliver of pleasure to my core, and I shudder. Tipping my head back and lifting a foot to rest of the side of the tub in order to have better access, I slide my hand down and tease my clit with one finger.
I work myself into a frenzy of need as I chase my orgasm. Every time I’m about to topple over the edge, my body betrays itself. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get myself there.
Desperate for release, I shut the water off and return to my bedroom. I yank open the nightstand drawer and grab my black rose vibrator. This baby has never let me down.
I crawl onto the bed and lay on my back. Bending my knees and planting my feet on the mattress, I let my legs fall open wide. Then I close my eyes and take myself back to my dream.
With my toy, it doesn’t take more than a few minutes to accomplish mind-numbing ecstasy. Finally satisfied, I set the rose aside and curl up under the blankets.
Maybe now I’ll be able to get some sleep.
* * *
“You look tired.”
Marsha leans back in her office chair and stares at me. I’ve barely slept in two days, so I’m exhausted. I would’ve stayed home, but I had this meeting, and I knew Marsha would be suspicious if I tried to reschedule.
“Late night,” I say evasively.
