Page 73 of The Outlaw Viking

“Neither can I,” Rain whispered desperately, her breath caressing his lips a hairsbreadth away. “Neither can I.”

He traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue and sighed with appreciation as he blew softly against her to dry his own wetness on her flesh. “Your heart is racing fiercely, angel.”

“So is yours.”

“Are you frightened, sweetling?”

“Yes. Excited and frightened.”

He nodded in understanding.

“And you, Selik? Are you as calm as you appear to be?”

He laughed, low and throaty, as he nibbled at her bottom lip, then brushed it roughly with the calloused pad of his thumb. “My lady Rain, I am aroused mightily, and well you know it,” he said gruffly. “And I am frightened beyond aught that I ever imagined.”

“You? Frightened? Never!”

Selik growled in answer and brushed his lips back and forth across hers, shaping and testing, until he molded her lips to the pliancy he wanted. Then his mouth turned hungry, rapacious in its all-devouring need for her succor.

Rain moaned with supreme satisfaction at the Tightness of his lips on hers and returned his kisses with equal fervor. Selik consumed her, using his lips and teeth and tongue to ravage her helpless mouth. His already firm lips grew turgid with desire.

When he finally tore his lips away from hers, gasping for breath, she cried out, “No, don’t stop,” then made a low sound of dismay, almost like pain.

He murmured against her lips, “Open your lips for me.”

She obliged.

He seared her with his tongue, plunging deep into her mouth, filling her, then leaving her empty and yearning.

“You taste of passion and ageless woman,” he whispered rawly between strokes.

She captured his tongue and sucked greedily, then responded huskily, “Your heat is burning me alive.”

When his kisses deepened and would not end, when he showed her over and over that she’d never really been kissed before in her entire life, that he marked the beginning and the end, she writhed from side to side, but Selik wouldn’t let her take any initiative. He held her firmly in place. Rain lost all sense of time and place. But not person. No, she knew exactly who she was, and exactly who her lover was. Selik. Her love. Her soulmate.

Her soft sounds of pleasure and resistance spurred Selik on, and his erection grew huge against her. His silvery eyes blazed forth his passionate need. “Sweet witch, I fear you have enchanted me.”

Soft laughter, born of her own pleasure and exultation over her ability to please this man she loved, bubbled forth from her lips. “Then I will haunt you forever, my love.”

Desire, hot and molten, erupted through Rain, and the nerve endings in her skin, from her scalp to her toes, were sensitized to the point of explosion. Selik tunneled the fingers of one hand through her hair and angled her lace upward for the increasingly frenzied thrusts of his tongue. Rain no longer knew or cared where his lips ended or hers began. Desire escalated and roiled through her blood. She sucked in her stomach and braced her legs in instinctive resistance to the increasing lack of control her body was exhibiting.

“Rain. Rain, are you listening to me?”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she was stunned at the utter beauty of Selik’s face awash with the pure freedom of his passion for her.

“Rain, sweetling, look at me. Stop fighting your feelings. Relax. Oh, Lord…like that, yea, just so…now, are you listening?”

When she nodded her head, barely able to breathe for the overpowering sensations racking her body, he continued in a low, sensual voice. “This is as close to consummation as we are going to come. Nay, do not moan so. It will be my undoing. A kiss is all I promised here today.”

She groaned, then laughed. “If this is your idea of ‘just a kiss,’ then God spare me from your idea of making love.”

“Yea, well, I have been told that my love skills are quite superior,” he said with a smug grin. “Now, heed me well, wench, because I want you to do as I order.”

“Yes, master.”

He grinned in evil satisfaction. “You are learning, wench. Now, when I put my tongue in your mouth this time, I want you to pretend that my manhood is entering your womanhood. God’s blood! I love the way your lips part when my love words arouse you.”

Rain licked her suddenly dry lips.