“And what if I commanded you to do something else?” she whispered.
Her lips were inches from his and he ached to kiss her.
“I would do as my mistress asked,” he replied.
She tugged at the blanket that covered his chest and ran her hand over the exposed flesh. Spring was on the way, but the nights were still cold, and he sucked in a short breath as goosebumps rushed over his skin.
She chuckled softly. “Such an obedient slave. Every woman would be jealous of such a thing.”
Torunn moved her hips and rubbed herself along the length of his cock. Against his fervent wishes, the bloody thing had a mind of its own, and her movement awakened the lust that had been smoldering inside him. He bit back a groan, but she chuckled softly to hear it.
“My brothers fuck their slaves whenever they wish,” she whispered in his ear. “I should be able to do the same, do you not agree?”
Bersi gritted his teeth and stifled another groan as she arched her back and pressed herself against him. Her breasts rubbed tantalizingly against his chest and he wanted nothing more than to grab her and throw her beneath him so that he could show her how a warrior took a woman… She revelled in her teasing, and he was powerless to act.
“No reply?” she asked softly. “I am disappointed in you.”
“I—” His reply was choked and he thought he could see her smile.
“Perhaps I can tempt you before I command you,” she whispered. Her lips trailed over his cheek and pressed against his jaw briefly before she leaned back and braced herself up with one hand on his chest. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the light from the small fire in the hearth played over Torunn’s breasts as she stretched.
The scarring over her ribs was healing, but it was still painful to look at, she had not complained of any stiffness in her shoulder, but he could see it in her sparring practice, and he knew that it frustrated her.
As he looked at her, a smile curved across her lips and she ran her other hand down her body and caressed her breasts with agonizing strokes before sliding it between them. The band of her hand pressed against his cock and he moaned aloud as he realized what she was doing. The rhythmic motion of her fingers as she pleasured herself only inflamed his own lust. It was purposeful, painfully so, and he watched, frozen with longing as her lips parted and her breath came in small gasps.
Her hips moved in time with her fingers as she brought herself toward a quick and powerful release and he tried to stay still as his cock throbbed and ached to be inside her. He closed his eyes for just a moment to try and steel himself as the ache in his cock grew. All at once, Torunn gasped and his eyes flew open to look up at her. Her breasts pushed forward and her fingers gripped his chest hard as her head fell back and a low moan escaped her lips. He barely contained another groan as her body shuddered and she gasped for breath.
Gasps became a soft laugh and Torunn drew her hand from between her thighs and then surprised him as she leaned forward and pushed her fingers into his mouth. “A taste of Valhalla,” she whispered. “That was what you were looking for, was it not?”
Gods, this woman would be the end of him.
And she tasted like nothing he had ever imagined. Sweet and musky, like honey and flax, he groaned and sucked hard on her fingers, taking every drop of what she offered him. He would have happily done whatever she commanded to bury his face between her thighs and taste it for himself… and she knew it.
She chuckled softly, pulled her fingers from his mouth, and let out a contented sigh as she sat up and wiggled her hips teasingly. He bit down hard on his lip to keep from groaning as she rubbed against his cock. There was no possible way that she could ignore what she was doing to him, but her smile confirmed that she knew precisely what she was doing.
With a quick motion and a flash of long legs, Torunn crawled back up onto her bed and pulled the blankets and furs up around herself. She let out a long sigh and Bersi’s hands curled into fists as he lay there in the dark. His cock throbbed and his stomach twisted in knots.
“Get some sleep, rebel. I will have more work for you in the morning,” Torunn said sleepily.
Bersi let out a breath and tried to calm his thundering pulse.
Torunn Arndottir was an infuriating woman, and he wanted to possess her more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life.
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** To be Continued **
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