Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I tightened my hold on her hips and really started fucking her. When I knew I would find my completion, I reached with a hand around her belly and found her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves back and forth.
She was so soaked for me.
And then her whole body tensed and she threw her head back and groaned out her climax. She might have been on her hands and knees, but I could see her face now as she turned it to the side. I bent forward, wrapped my hand loosely around her throat, and placed my mouth right on hers, holding her to me.
She panted against my mouth with every thrust I made, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
Our tongues moved against each other, mimicking what I was doing to her body with my cock.
And then I exploded.
Wave after wave of pleasure shot straight up my spine. My balls drew up impossibly further, and I had to pull away from her and suck in a lungful of air. I held onto her hips so hard I knew there would be bruises on her flesh, but I got a possessive thrill from that knowledge.
I liked knowing she would wear my mark of ownership, because she was mine, irrevocably.
I slowly pulled out, the head of my cock almost popping free before I plunged back inside. She looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth parted, her eyes drowsy looking, and her face flushed. She was covered in sweat now, just as I was. I swallowed roughly and closed my eyes, knowing I was about to fill her with my seed.
And then I pumped in and out.
Steady.
Slow.
The pleasure stole my sanity.
Groaning low, I filled her ass up, and when I couldn’t come any longer, I gently pulled out of her. I watched as my seed slid out of her ass. She was now on her belly, her bottom red from my hand, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed. I lay beside her, pulled her in close, and felt contentment.
“Mine,” I said against her temple.
She murmured something soft and sweet, and I smiled and pulled her closer. She was mine, and nothing would take that away.
It had been a year since I’d made her mine, since I’d killed Egil. And in that time so much had changed.
She was my wife.
The mother of my son.
As I held her, I closed my eyes, the feeling of sleepiness about to take me under. But then the sweet, soft sound of Magnus waking, needing his mother, came through the still night air.
Before I could get off the pallet to gather the little one, Greta was up and cleaning my ownership from her body. I could have taken her again at the sight of that. She slipped on a linen shift and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I felt my heart lurch into my chest.
I stood and grabbed a pair of leathers, sipping them on and padding over to the fire. It sat in a raised hearth in the center of the room, still alive, but dwindling.
I stoked the fire and added a few more logs, watching as the flames came to life with ferocity. A moment later, Greta came from around the corner holding our baby.
Instantly my heart became full at the sight of her cradling the child. Her gown hung off of one shoulder, Magnus’s tiny hand reaching out and pulling gently at the strands of her honey colored hair. Greta hummed softly as she stared down at the baby, this small smile on her face.
She walked over to me and I pulled her in close before drawing her down onto the pallet. The warmth of the fire reached us, but I still kept her close. I always needed her close.
I ran my finger over Magnus’s tiny head, the light blond hair covering the top so soft, like the most expensive spun silk.
I leaned down and kissed the crown of his head, staying there for just a second and inhaling the sweet baby scent.
I’d never let anyone hurt them, would kill and die for them. They were my life now.
“My life,” I said softly, so as not to wake Magnus. I pulled back and looked at Greta, seeing her smiling at me, the halo of her blond hair fanned out over the dark furs.
Gods, she really was my world.
They both were.
I stared down at the baby, who had started nursing. Such a beautiful sight to watch my wife care for our son. I might have settled down, made a life for myself in the village, gotten close with her family, and did something I never thought I would … no longer wander.