Page 66 of The Very Virile Viking

"You are beautiful, too," Angela said.

Well, of course, I am. I am a Viking, am I not? He was about to remind her of his big ears, but stopped himself. It pleased him that his appearance pleased her, even if he lacked the proper humility.

What the future held for them, he had no idea. He still had the time-travel notion to deal with himself, and to discuss with Angela, especially concerning how long he would even be here in this time and this land.

For now, all he could control was the present. And he was determined to make their coming together the best either of them had ever experienced. But how was he to do that when his need for her was so out of control?

If he were back home in Vestfold, he would probably take her to the sweathouse, or lay her down on his sensuously soft bed furs, or show her the famous Viking S-spot. That latter could be employed in any culture or time, but he would save that discovery for more advanced sexplay… mayhap later tonight. For now he went over to Angela's high chest to see how he might improvise. With a hoot of, "Oh, ho!" he

pulled several silk scarves out of the drawers. Now, these had possibilities.

"Magnus?" she inquired tentatively, drawing his name out slowly.

"Shhh!" he said, and tied her wrists together with one scarf, securing them over her head to the spindle on her bed frame.

"Magnus?" she inquired, more shrilly this time. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to?" he offered. It was as good an answer as any. She probably thinks I am a pervert.

Well, I could be, if that is what she wants. Ha, ha, ha! Bloody hell, my brain must be melting from the heat of my excitement if I am laughing at my own unspoken jests . He ran the back of his hand over his mouth to make sure he wasn't smiling and inquired sweetly—or as sweetly as a six-foot-flve-inch Viking with an erection the size of a battle lance could ask—"You are not frightened, are you?"

"No. Just confused. We could have had sex against the wall in the living room, but you stopped because you didn't want to take me in anger. Now you're tying me up, even though you must know I'm willing. Is this some kind of Viking rape-and-pillage fantasy?"

Fantasy? Did she say "fantasy"? Praise the gods! A woman who likes fantasy play. That was what he thought, but what he said was, "Huh?" He was a lackwit, after all. Then he blundered on: "Oh, why must everyone repeat that rumor about us Vikings? Rape and pillage, rape and pillage. 'Tis just the bad reputation jealous Saxon clerics choose to give us. All I have in mind is a little forceful seduction." Glory be to the saints and goddesses! Where did I think up that one? Forceful seduction, indeed !

"Well, tying someone up is a bit more than forceful seduction, don't you think?"

"Do you want me to untie you?" Please, please, please say no .

"Yes… no… I don't know. I just want you to be aware that you don't have to do this. After all, I am willing."

Talk, talk, talk. Why do women always feel the need to talk? "That is the problem."

"Pardon me. My being willing is a problem?"

Mayhap I should put one of these scarves over her mouth as a gag. Nay, that would not be a good idea. Then I would be unable to kiss her, and I very much want to kiss her. "You are overeager… as am I," he said, pointing to his still-rampant erection. "I am determined to make our first coupling special… I want it to last a good long time… but if I allow you to touch me—and I know that you would if you were unrestrained—the bedsport would be over afore it began. That I cannot allow. I want you begging for completion before I ever enter your body. I want to touch every inch of you, most especially your secret places. I want you so out of control for me that I could do anything to you, and you would not protest." Sometimes I am so good I surprise even myself .

A flush covered Angela's face and swept downward. A full-body flush. He took that as a good sign. Yea, smooth as cream on fresh-churned butter, that is how smooth my tongue is betimes .

"Are you sure this isn't about revenge?" she asked in a raspy voice. "For my 'torturing' you this past week, as you put it?"

Revenge? Hmmm. She did put me through hell. She does deserve "punishment" for that. He thought a moment. "Perchance a little bit of it is for revenge… but mostly it is for my lady's pleasure." Did I go too far that time? Too much sweetness can make a person gag .

"Oh, boy!"

Apparently not. "I am no boy."

"Oh, man!"

"That is better. Now, should I tie your ankles to each of the posts at the bottom of the bed?" By thunder, the erotic fantasies that conjures up. But if I am not careful, this cock of mine is going to get so big, just with anticipation, that it will explode afore the main event . "Nay, I do not think that will be necessary," he said with a coolness that he did not know he had in him. "Just one more scarf here." He folded the piece of fabric and tied it over her eyes.

"Oh, I don't know about this, Magnus. I want to see what you're doing."

Since I am not sure what I will be doing, perchance that is not a good idea. There is no battle plan here, dearling. Just me, acting on instinct, and my instincts in the love arts are mighty rusty.

He laughed softly. "It will enhance your sense of touch."

"I think it is enhanced enough."