Her Viking Saviour (Lore & Love Trilogy #1)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

They were very much alone. She had not thought further about being in such close proximity to him after avoiding his presence. Her body flushed with heat and desire as she inhaled his scent of crisp air and hard-earned sweat. She tried to stay focused and to stop her gaze as it travelled down to his lips, as she imagined them pressed against her body. She tried to keep her eyes on his torso, but then all she could see were the bulging muscles that rippled across his chest and arms. The intensity between them meant he wanted her, too. Knowing it and hearing it were two different things, though. Hearing those words leave his mouth unleashed the wanton in her.

“Take me, Torben. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine.”

She stood back from him and slipped off her cloak, then pulled down her gown till she was in her shifts and boots. His eyes darkened with desire, and it emboldened her to slip the shift down her body and take off her boots until she stood naked. The days had begun to cool as winter neared, but she burned with passion and felt no chill as she ran her hands down her body.

“Take your clothes off, Torben, and lay upon the grass,” she told him with no hesitation. Wordlessly, he obeyed and began to remove his own clothing till he, too, stood nude. She marvelled at the hard lines of his body. He was not just fair, but golden, his skin glowed in the setting sunlight that peeked through the clouded sky. She moved her gaze down his chest and gasped at the sight of his manhood aimed at her, big and hard. This was nothing like the previous encounters she had had. Before she lost her nerve, she moved to him and splayed her hands through the light sprinkle of fair hairs across his chest.

“My body yearns for you, Torben.”

His response was a growl. No words, just a carnal sound as he swooped her up and gently laid her upon the grass. He rolled over so she was atop him. She felt the throb of the hardened proof of his desire against her own wet core and could not resist rubbing herself against him. He groaned and moved his hands from the thighs that straddled him up to the curve of her waist to cup her breasts. They ached for a touch she did not know was possible. She cried out in ecstasy when he raised himself up to take the tightened nipple in his mouth and suck. She had no idea this act could be so sensual, so gratifying, as he moved between each breast, suckling and rubbing.

“Are you ready for me, Wynflaed? I can feel the wetness of your need on me.” He slipped a hand between her legs to her throbbing core. He placed his fingers inside her, one, then two, mimicking the consummation she desperately needed, and she rocked back and forth on his hand as she moaned his name repeatedly. She wanted him inside her, but the magic he worked with his fingers had gripped her body like she was possessed. He urged her to take her pleasure, and her body tensed all over as the most intense feeling of satisfaction spread through her body. The moment she had shared with herself was nothing compared to this, and she cried out. She lost the strength to stay upright and fell against his chest as she tried to steady her breath. Torben ran his hands through her hair and whispered words of sweetness. She had taken her pleasure, but what of Torben? She could still feel his hardness and sat back up.

“Only if you are ready, Wynflaed,” he said gently with a pained expression.

“I am ready, Torben. I am not a virgin,'' she whispered and she closed her eyes. She moved her hand to stroke him, still amazed by the size. Her small hand could not fit around him as she positioned herself over him. She sank down, taking him slowly bit by bit until she was full of him. She opened her eyes to watch his face as she made her descent and was fascinated by the myriad of passionate expressions that passed across his face. Then he began to move, and she lost any conscious thought as rapture overtook her once again.