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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It didn't take long for her slaves to prepare a bath. And it didn't take long for Halfdan to walk into her tent. The bearded man was wearing a comb and things for grooming as he stepped inside with a grin. His hand cupped her face, the other hand examining her shoulder.
"It looked worse while bleeding." Irvina playfully rolled her eyes at his words. Her fingers curled around his wrists. She wanted to tuck herself into his arms but stopped herself.
She glided her nose over his, "Let's take a bath." Her hands skimmed off her pants, and she grinned at his sharp intake of breath. His eyes were devouring her. She turned over her shoulder as she climbed into the wooden tub. A seductive smile reached her lips before she lowered herself into the water, hiding her naked body from his probing eyes. He almost fell over while ripping his pants off.
He slid into the water, his fingers curling over her thighs. Halfdan pulled his woman into his lap. His hands kneaded her back. Fingers slowly sliding over her soft behind. Finally, he hoisted her over his manhood. A sigh of relief passed through his lips once her flesh glided over his hard côck. She took the comb into her hand. Her finger trailed over the side of his face. Sliding lightly over his temple, beard, and thin lips.
Irvina bent her head, lips claiming his. Her wet fingers pushed his hair back. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, sliding over hers. Her heart picked up, and her desire pushed forward. She pushed away and glided the comb through his hair. Her fingers curled through his hair, twirling some of his strands. The calm settled over the room as she combed his hair.
"You shouldn't have said that." She rolled her eyes. Why did everyone want to make her feel guilty?
"I know I was angry." She continued to slide his hair back, pushing his strands behind his ear. They held eye contact before his rough hand slid over her back. Goosebumps rose over her skin. His hand gripped the back of her neck. His stare was intense, and she felt her core pulse. His second hand slid over her stomach until it reached her clit. He gave the bud a little flick, and she moaned above him. His fingers pushed her lips apart, and his côck pushed in. Hard and pulsing, he groaned once his length was settled inside the tight space. The hand on the back of her neck tightened as he started thrusting inside her. Her shoulder hurt, but she ignored it as the feeling of euphoria hit her once he slid in and out.
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She laughed as he did his best to comb her hair. He cursed a few times, when her hair wouldn't stay in place. His frustrated groan vibrated through her back. The comb scratched her back comfortably.
"So, what are you planning now?" Irvina grinned to herself. The water was dirty, but neither of them wanted to climb out. His other hand was massaging her hip, and lips peppered her neck. The comb slipped through her hair before she heard a soft thud as it hit the ground. His hand slid over her skin to her perky breast. He kneaded them his thumb sliding over her nipple. His other hand glided between her legs. One finger slipped inside her, and she could barely answer.
A breathy moan left her, "Not many people will like my plan." Second finger slipped inside her, and her toes curled. They were pushing slowly at a torturous pace. His tongue nibbled on her ear.
"I'm sure I will." She laughed before arching her back once he hit a sweet spot. Then she felt a third finger stretching her. His fingers moved in rhythm while his other hand pinched her nipples. He took pleasure in pleasuring her while she bit her lips, trying her best to keep the sounds quiet.
"Sigrún has sent a message to Haldor." Halfdan laughed as if it didn't surprise him in the slightest. His hands found her hips, and he hoisted her up. He was hard, and feeling her round rear pressed into him did not help to calm his length. Without waiting, he shoved inside. She gasped in surprise.
He grounded into her, "Why am I not surprised that you're meeting that traitor." His hips snapped to hers, his heavy balls slapping her skin. He adjusted his hold while driving repeatedly into her.
"You are so perfect." All she could do was groan and grip the wood tighter. She felt as if breath was being knocked out of her with every powerful thrust he delivered.
"Prom— promise me you will fight with me." Halfdan groaned and grounded into her. He repeated yes over again, still thrusting into her.
His lips suckled on her skin, "I promise you anything you want, anything. I will fight for you" —his finger flicked her clit— "fight with you. Fuck you whenever you wish."
With a feeling of euphoria, she came, while shuddering above him, she felt him spill inside her. She convulsed even more. Her breath came in pants as she slumped onto the wooden tub. Her body felt weightless and her bones clearly lost their strength. She breathed through her nose as she fell asleep feeling reassured for tonight. But just for tonight.
