2 book of the series
Irvina was always a religious woman. So far North, people believed more than down South. Every one of her decisions was first at least twice consulted with her Seeress. So when the lost raven-haired woman sailed to her shores, i...
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Her head thrown back as she enjoyed his lips on her. He feasted on her, tongue prodding, lips sucking on her sensitive bud. She cursed out loud as all she could do was grab his hair and ride his face. He carried on as if she wasn't pulling his hair out of his scalp. He licked up, drinking all of her as she begged him for more. What was the feeling that was clawing at her stomach?
Her belly tightened as her thighs quivered. In a desperate attempt to stay up, she laced them around his shoulders. Her teeth sunk into her lip as she tried to silence the sounds that left them, but how could she when she felt so light and felt like reaching all the highs. Tingles shot up her spine, and then she felt a feeling she never felt wash over her. It felt like waves rolling over her. Her vision swam, the taste of euphoria unwinding every muscle. She closesd, and opened her mouth as her other hand claw at the bedsheets. Her core seems to tingle as she sees stars behind her eyelids.
As she comes down from her high, a dreamy sigh leaves her lips. "Yes." She didn't even know why she said that. Halfdan wore a cocky smirk above her. And then as if to challenge her more, his lips wet from her cum descended onto hers. She gasped but hardly stopped herself from reaching to him. She was ready to beg for more. And then she realized he didn't want to be gentle. His muscular arm wrapped around her neck, forcing her more into the bed. A tinge of fear followed as she felt powerless.
"Do you want me inside you?" The fear left her as she felt pleasure built up. Her stomach tightened, she wanted him. The feeling of his tip just by her entrance made her whine. She couldn't deny him. He pushed inside gently as if wanting to decrease the discomfort that flooded over her. Then he settled. The silence was suffocating as she wanted to beg him to take her. He pushed out and then rammed inside her, and she arched her back. His hips and vice grip seemed to drive her into pleasure. She ached, but the feeling of him inside her sated her. After another wave of that shattering feeling, she realized that she was his.
*
She felt spent, sated for hours. But the man beside her could go for hours. Laying on her back covered in sweat didn't make him change his mind as he laid on his side and watched her through hooded eyes. She bit her lip, trying to hide the smile playing at her lips. His rough fingers couldn't stop touching her, so it didn't surprise her when he took the fruits and was smearing them over her naked body.
He would bite into the cherries, and pull the stone out, so they became halved. Then he made a necklace out of the halves. But his plays didn't stop there, he put the bilberries over her belly, before squashing them and spreading them all over her upper body. Until he drew Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, and gave her another cheeky smile. Then as if her body wasn't covered enough, he drew lines all over her thighs and mound with lingonberries.
His eyes glinted as he watched her spread out before him like a meal. And then he licked all of her. Ate all the cherries around her collarbone while sucking on the place to mark it instead. Even though she was sore, he still claimed her right after until she fell asleep in her arms completely spent.
He watched her, his fingers gliding over her soft skin. How could a beautiful woman like that never get touched by a man? Maybe the bald mountain of a man that always stood like a guard was the answer. Gorm probably beat the man who reached out to the ground like nails. Nuzzling her breasts one last time, he stood from the bed. He only bothered with his breeches before walking out of the room.
Of course, he walked with a confident swagger. He just rolled out of bed with the most beautiful woman in this town. He felt like whistling. It didn't take him long to find the servants hurrying around the kitchen. Some stopped to stare, and soon he felt everyone's stare burning into him. Finally, he found the man he was looking for. Leif was scrubbing some clothes, clearly not noticing that the room became silenced.
"Hello," he interrupted. Leif's head snapped to him, so fast, even Halfdan felt the pain. He huffed before bowing slightly. The man clearly didn't talk much.
"The Queen would like you to draw her a bath." Leif nodded before turning to some other servants and asking them for help. He knew some of the people there were slaves, but they didn't look half as bad. Irvina probably treated them like any other citizen.
Once he stepped back inside, he noticed she was still asleep. Curled into her and her head pushed into his pillow. At least he thought of it as his. He couldn't help it and climbed beside her for her to push her head into his chest. It didn't take long for the serenity to be disturbed once the servants walked into the room.
He could feel them glancing at them, he wasn't sure if with jealousy, or surprise that their cold Queen was cuddling someone. Leif nodded at him before all of them took their leave. He couldn't shake the excitement when he shook the woman beside him awake. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she opened those beautiful eyes. He felt obsessed.
"Come, my Queen, I want you to relax." She nodded at him, gladly accepting that he swept her into his arms. Her legs felt wobbly. As he lowered both of them into the water she relaxed. The water was hot just as she liked it. A relaxed smile reached her lips as she rested her head on his shoulder.
He slowly massaged her lower back, hands gliding softly to make her relax. She felt him hard against her entrance, and then he spoke softly, "I'll be gentle." What a liar.
