Page 112 of The Outlaw Viking

Desire roared in his ears like a mighty dragon, and he ground his hips against her womanhood. The dragon’s breath ignited a fire in his vitals, and he surrendered with a low growl to the inferno.

In a frenzy of savage need, he raised the hem of Rain’s robe and untied the waist cord of the braies she wore underneath for warmth. At the first touch of his hand on her bare skin, Rain cried out as if in climax. How could her skin feel so hot when the air around them was so cold? And, sweet Freya, how could she be so wet with woman-dew when he had barely touched her?

Quickly reaching between them, he raised his own robe and untied his braies, letting them drop to the ground. He put his hands on her waist and raised her off the ground. “Wrap you legs around my hips, dearling,” he said huskily, then braced her shoulders against the wall with his chest and plunged into her with one long, hard, impaling stroke. Her hot inner folds seared him as they adjusted around him with small spasms of welcome, and she screamed, “Selik!”

He arched his shoulders and reared his neck, trying to hold on to his control. Still imbedded in her sweet, moist depths, he groaned out, “Do…not…dare…move.”

But she defied him with an exultant cry as old as Eve and rolled her hips.

He could not wait. He withdrew, then slammed into her tight sheath. Over and over. In and out. Shorter and shorter strokes. Harder. Harder. Harder.

The walls shook.

He gasped.

She moaned incoherently.

He cried out her name.

She screamed.

His hardness became so huge that he felt close to bursting.

Rain tried to writhe from side to side in the confines of his embrace, her hips bucking wildly, mindlessly.

“Let it come, sweetling,” he pleaded in a raw voice. “Let it happen.” He cupped her bottom and tipped her womanhood slightly, then lunged into her one last time.

Her thighs went rigid and her ankles locked tighter around his waist as her body convulsed in deep, milking clasps on his manhood. His man-seed exploded into her womb, and Selik saw all the colors of the most beauteous rainbow behind his eyelids.

His knees gave way then and he dropped to the ground, taking Rain with him. Panting for breath, he felt her heartbeat thundering beneath his, and Selik felt so alive he wanted to scream his ecstasy to the heavens.

A simple thank-you will do.

Selik laughed and pulled away slightly from Rain, whose passion-bemused eyes gazed up at him with such adoration that he felt blessed by the gods.

Uh, I beg your pardon. I think you mean one God. Let’s give credit where credit is due.

Selik gave a short salute heavenward.

“Now I know what it feels like to ‘make love’,” he said softly as he brushed Rain’s beautiful golden hair back off her face where it had come loose from her braid. “I have experienced naught like this in my entire life.”

“I love you, Selik. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but at this moment, I love you so much.”

A short time later, after they had helped each other dress, laughing at the condition of their garments and the pieces of straw found in the oddest places, Rain remarked teasingly, “I wouldn’t be surprised if I have splinters on my behind from your rough treatment.”

“Oh, you poor wee thing,” he soothed, tucking her under his shoulder as they resumed their walk home. “If you have splinters, I will pluck them out for you. With my teeth.”

“Is that a promise?” she asked saucily.

“’Tis a holy vow,” he proclaimed, pounding a palm against his chest for emphasis. “And then I will soothe the broken skin with my tongue, and I will—”

Rain slapped a hand over his mouth. “Enough! Keep it up and we’ll have to stop at another cow byre.”

Much to their embarrassment, they had dawdled so long that by the time they arrived at the barn, the wagon driver had already delivered the food goods and was turning around to return to Jorvik. The driver waved a greeting but did not stop.

“Gawd!” Ubbi spat out with disgust after taking one look at them when they entered the barn. “You two look like you been rollin’ in the hay.”

“Must have been the wind,” Selik mumbled.