Page 83 of Viking Unchained

“I am going to kill Torolf,” he muttered. Enough with the asking! I will do things my way. Her legs still clutched his hips with her ankles crossed behind his back. “Do not move,” he said, tearing at the sides of the scrap of silk and lace covering her woman’s place. It fluttered to the floor. “I am sorry. I will buy you another.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Her voice was erotically low and sensual.

While he was still leaning back, he reached down and undid his braies, releasing himself.

She was trying to move her hips so he would enter her.

Was there e’er a prettier sight than a woman in the throes of enthusiasm? But she would not be controlling this loveplay. Not this time. He took her hips in hand. “I must needs get a condom.”

“No need. I am on the pill.”

Now she tells me! He thrust into her so long and hard that her body moved up the wall a few inches.

“Did I hurt you?”

Her laughter came out on a gasp. “It hurt so good.” As if to prove her words, her inner muscles convulsed around him.

Has a woman’s channel ever felt this good? He could scarce keep himself from peaking, too, but that would be too soon. “Open your eyes, sweetling. I want to see your bliss.”

Her blue eyes were half-lidded and glazed with continuing arousal.

“Keep your eyes open,” he insisted and began to play with her breasts, watching her reaction the whole time. Massaging them up and around in circles, the hard nipples pressed against his palms. By the time he fluttered his middle fingers against the tips, she had peaked again, and was whimpering. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?” As if I do not know!

“Please move, dammit.”

Who knew that a woman ordering me about could be so sweet? He reached between them and parted her folds more, so that when he began the short, hard strokes, he kept hitting that special nub of woman pleasure. Her keening accompanied the spasms, which were unending, milking him closer and closer to completion.

But then she put a palm against his chest. “Now you open your eyes. I want to see your climax, too.”

That is a new idea. Can I manage to control my enthusiasm and keep my eyes open at the same time? Bloody hell, I can try. He began to thrust with a hard rhythm into her channel, nigh slamming her into the wall each time. Then he arched his back, and howled his release, pressing himself into her, surely as far as her womb.

Lightheaded and more sated than he’d ever been in his life, he sank to his knees on the floor, and she straddled his lap, his half-hard cock still inside her. They were both panting. Perspiration dotted her upper lip. He was equally affected.

She rested her face against his neck for a moment, then sat up. “Have I told you how much I missed you?”

He could barely breathe, let alone talk. But finally he gasped out, “Yea, you did. And showed me, too.”

“No. I don’t think I did.” She smiled at him then, a saucy temptress smile. Rocking forward and backward, the minx caused his cock to rise to attention. Again.

“You are right, dearling. I am not nearly convinced yet.”

I hope my eyes are not crossing at the sheer pleasure-pain.

The terrible trouble draws

closer . . .

Jamal watched the Hartley farm from his hiding place on the hill. He was still rolling up his prayer rug, having completed his evening prayers.

All the men who had arrived at Mill Pond Farm and Green Meadows Farm did not trouble him. The most important thing was that Denton’s wife had arrived. With her and the boy here, everything was now in place. What he had planned would take them all by surprise. If there were others who got killed or injured, so be it. Just collateral damage, as the Americans were quick to say of bombings in his country.

Aware that Denton’s wife had been in the barn, alone, with a man, he was not surprised. She was a whore. If he hadn’t known it before, he did after reading the newspaper article about her teaching wanton dances to women. What good was a woman like that to the world? Just another loose-moraled bitch to tempt men to sin.

The boy was another matter. Killing a child was not an easy thing to do, but he had no choice. An eye for an eye. A child for a child.

When his noble duty was completed, he would make a trip to Mecca in atonement. Allah would forgive.