3 book of the series
Feeling the anger well up, she slowly rose from the table, " No one will come and save us! Alfred will marry a Mercian lady, and they will form a strong alliance to overthrow these heathens" -her eyes bore deeply into Elfreda's...
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His fingers pushed in and out of her as she gasped. She moaned his name as quietly as she could. He was still surprised that she even let him touch her, since they were on a boat with other men. But the second they boarded, he could tell that she wasn't fond of the sea. He reminded her that it was her first time, and sickness could happen. But she wasn't exactly sick, just a little lightheaded. And finally, after days of traveling, he found time to pull her into a secluded part of the boat. It seemed that she was anticipating this moment as much as him since she kissed him back hungrily. It was her who palmed him through his skins and now had to pay the price.
His thumb teased her clit before he continued to pump his fingers. She begged him quietly for more. He obligated and pumped his fingers faster. His breath was coming out in pants, and he pushed himself closer to her. He hid her with his body, lips trailing over her cheek. His length rested on her hip, and she moaned.
"Ubbe," she whimpered his name. Aethelthryth pushed even closer to him if that was even possible. Her leg hooked around him, and she hoisted herself onto his thigh. His fingers didn't stop. He reached for her other leg-pulling both of them around his hips. Then he grounded into her. His crotch bumped into his hand, snapping his fingers even deeper into her. His hand moved out of the way so he could pound his covered cock into her. She gasped, her hands clawing at his back, and he could feel just how close she was.
Whenever orgasm was near, she would scrunch up her brows, and her right eye twitched. He laughed the first time he figured it out, but now it just made him rut his hips into her faster. He didn't care if he would come into them. Soon they would arrive in Kattegat, and he wanted to enjoy her like an English lady for the last time. His mouth searched, and they connected in a battle of tongue and teeth. She cried out into his mouth as she came, and he silenced her with a bite to her bottom lip. She continued to quiver, completely sagging onto him as he searched his own release. Powerfully and skilfully snapping his hips into her.
Then finally, as he heard the voices grew louder, he delivered the last rut of his hips. His orgasm rolled over him in powerful waves, and he slummed, squashing his woman onto the wall. She cradled him closer as they rested. His head laid on her breast, a position he much enjoyed. Her head rested on his as her finger trailed over the tattoo over his eye. He soon got used to her poking him all around the eyes when her fingers tried to find the tattoo.
"We should get married soon," he noted. Aethelthryth laughed as always when he suggested it. But he was actually quite serious. And it was also not the first time he proposed it. He just wanted the world to know they belonged to each other. She pulled his head by his braid, "So you could push inside me, huh?" He rolled his eyes.
He pushed her legs down before falling onto his knees. Shaking his head at her, he pushed one of her legs over his shoulder. She wobbled but quickly caught her balance. His lips found her heat, and he slid his tongue over her opening. He pushed his head up, grinning at her gasp, "That too but also because I care about you." It was the truth. He may have been married twice before, but that didn't deter him from the way it would bound them. He wanted to slide his length inside her, he was a patient man, but that patience was running thin.
Ubbe wanted everyone in Norway to know she was his. That there was nothing that could change his opinion of her. That he would protect her. She stared down at him as he tilted his head to stare at her. He was before her on his knees, what more did she want. Did she want him to carve his heart and hand it to her? Odin had to know he would do it. Freyja gifted her to him, and she was his most priced gift. Aethelthryth was perfection to him. Even if she often denied any compliment Ubbe sent her way, he wanted her to bask in them. He wanted his children to know that they were born to people who loved each other and wanted to share that love with them.
"I love you," he wasn't sure if she wanted to hear those words right now, but that didn't make them less of a truth. He loved her, and he wanted to shout it to the world. They have been dancing around the words, but if uttering them would make her sway, he would whisper them until she got tired of them. He watched as she rolled her eyes before focusing them on him once more. He loved her beautiful eyes, they were always so expressive.
She raised a brow at his stare before breathing a puff of air through her nose. His fingers massaged her thigh as he waited for her to say something. "I want a big wedding. Wedding for a princess!" Did she think this could deter him? He happily nodded before licking her slit once more. His tongue slid around her clit then he pushed his head back once more, not minding her protests, "We'll have the biggest wedding the world has ever seen."
She huffed, but he could see the smile pulling at her lips. His mood brightened even more if it was possible. Tongue returned to trying to clean her, grin stretching at his lips. "I love you," he mumbled into her flesh, and she shuddered. Then he heard the words being whispered back in a small murmur.
