"I sail for Hafrafell in the morginn," Ragda was doleful as he looked her over, never wanting to leave her sight.
Aiya propped her head on her hand, lazily while she remained lulled across their makeshift bed. Her nakedness slightly visible underneath the thin sheet that covered her. They had been camped off the shores of Durham for nearly three weeks while they planned their next move towards York which lay about one-hundred and twenty kilometers southwest of them.
"How long do you think it will take to ready your armies and return to us?" She asked, looking him over as he stood by the opening of the tent, peering out at the rocky beach. "At least a month or more," he said, turning around to look at her again.
"A month seems like forever," She sighed. "How long to do you think we can go unnoticed by the English? There must be a quicker way to get word back home," She sat up, wrapping herself in the thin creme colored sheet.
Ragda walked over to her and sat on the bed, taking her face in his hands and touching their foreheads together. "You know, if you hadn't run off without letting me explain things, we might have been able to go about this in a more strategic way," She pulled away from him, hitting him gently on his arm. "I know this Ragda," she said, frowning. "I wasn't thinking," She stood to find her clothes.
"I will return to you in a month, with all the men you will need to take Jorvik, I promise," He fell backward onto his back, and stared at the top of the tent. "Besides James is here, he will look after you while I'm away, and you still have Jaril," He teased.
"Wonderful," She paced around the significantly sized tent looking for her clothing that had been carelessly thrown about in their moment of passion. Finding her once oversized trousers that thanks to Esma's sewing abilities now fit her slender frame quite snuggly. Sliding them on, she fastened the belt, holding them in place.
"You're a sight to behold," Ragda spoke, a crooked smile on his face. "Bare-breasted and in men's pants no less," He laughed, standing to walk over to her. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him roughly. "I crave you," His voice was low and enticing as he brought his lips down to hers, pulling her whole body up his so she could wrap her arms around his neck as he kissed her.
Before she knew it, she was back on the bed, her trousers' peeled from her body and Ragda lying atop of her. How she craved him too, she wanted his everything. His rough hands, his firm lips, his strong arms. She loved the way his slight beard felt against her skin as he kissed her, how it felt as he ran his lips down her throat, over her stomach, between her legs, the roughness against her delicate areas.
"Ragda,"
"We cannot do this right now, we have work to do," He looked up at her,
"I dare you to make me stop," He sounded dangerous, and he gave her no more opportunity to fight him. She threw her head back and gave herself over to him. She kept her eyes closed but she could hear his clothing fall to the floor. She felt him kneel on the bed and run his hands up her thighs, moving her to her stomach, he grabbed her hips, forcing her up onto her knees.
His bare skin against her bottom and the anticipation of his actions was so intoxicating all she could do was bury her face into the bedding and bite down. He gave her no warning before he entered her, her first reaction was to protest but before she could his hand was at the back of her neck, holding her there, pressing her further into the blankets.
He was merciless in his movements, slow at first, deeper and deeper, and when his pace began to quicken, she found herself begging him for more. He did not disappoint her, forcefully he threw her onto her back, trapping her hands to the side of her head with his own, he pushed her legs apart with one knee and again drove into her. He moved slower in her now, staring into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, she could feel his full weight on her, wrapping her legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside. She wanted all of him, any less and she would go insane. He groaned slightly at her action and kissed her more ardently.
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Conqueror Queen
Pertualangan✯Sequel to A Viking's Rage✯ Her whole life she had been mistreated, now it was her turn for revenge. She wasn't just a slave anymore, she was Aiya Einardóttir now, and she would conqueror the whole world if she had too. Now she seeks revenge on Lord...