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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His hand was rough, and with a firm grip, he shredded the strings of her dress. Lips barely separated from hers. She whined when his lips split from hers but moaned once they started sucking on her neck. He marked her doing his best to leave the perfect mark.
"Get down on the bed," he commanded. Without further discussion, she slid onto the bed. Legs bent and wide open she pushes her skirts up. She bit his shoulder once he lowered himself above her. His face pushed into her breasts. He nipped at her skin, trying to fit as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. His fingers were playfully dancing against her flesh.
"Haldan, please, plea—" His lips silenced her pleas. She arched her back as he moved down her body. His right hand pushed her skirts more up while his left pushed into her. He barely did a one-stroke before he rolled on top of her. She felt breathless. His nose tickled her temple, and he glided it over her cheekbone. He forced her legs more open. His cock slid inside her, easily from how wet she is. Her feet wrap around his back, holding him close. Making the flimsy material of his shirt drag over her sensitive nipples. Fingers wrapped in his hair, his eyes didn't tear from hers.
She felt the love through every move of his muscle. Then he shivered above her, and she gasped as his seed coated her insides.
*
The feeling of their lovemaking followed her to the late afternoon. She felt sore and yet felt completely relaxed. Ubbe, the man she was searching for, was sitting at the mole. His legs were in the freezing water, a faraway look in his eyes.
"Ubbe Ragnarsson," she stopped beside him, adjusting her dress. The bitter male barely picked up his head. His eyes, eyes that reminded Irvina of the morning sea, flickered over her face. "Queen Irvina." She was surprised that he even bothered with her title.
"I have an offer for you," Irvina picked up her skirts and slid off her turn-shoes. "As you probably noticed, I am not the type of woman who loves concurring, the blood, the traveling, sleeping on bare ground, it disgusts me." She sat down, pushing her skirts out of the water and sliding her feet into the water. It made her shudder.
She tilted her head, "And you are a man that is lacking a purpose." Irvina felt guilty for not giving him time to grieve. His wife and child were dead, children he considered his also dead. "I need someone to talk for me in England. Ronja will be leading the army, but she is not much for negotiates. And as I saw you seem like a reasonable man."
He was watching her this time. His eyes staring into hers, searching for any lies. But she was serious. "What do you say Ubbe Ragnarsson, will you go to England in my name, leading my army to raid the country." His eyes squinted.
"Why are you offering this to me?" Irvina smiled. The male reminded her of her. With only one goal in mind, avenge her people. "The Gods sent me here, for what you may think, they still haven't lost their faith in you."
Tears welled up inside his eyes. Having enough of the cold, she stood up, dabbing her wet feet with her underskirts. "Think about my offer. But keep in mind I will be leaving in two days!" With one last fleeting look, she turned away.
*
"Gunnhild," her voice was soft. She did her best to not disturb the sad woman. The loss of her child seemed to shake everyone. "I came to apologize." Gunnhild shook her head. She stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. It seemed that the King of Kattegat was catching up on sleep.
"You didn't know, besides I cannot judge you. Who knows what I would've done if I stood before such a challenge." Irvina wanted to gape at her. The woman was too good.
She smiled, still guilty, "If you ever think about another, Sigrún knows many things on how to strengthen the body." Gunnhild blinked at her clearly unsure, but she still nodded.
And as she walked away, her back straightened. Her shoulders slightly eased. She knew the child's death was her fault, but she also knew that at least they were alive. All she had to do now was to deal with Harald
