Enslaved by the Viking by Elle James

Author:Elle James
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Medieval
Publisher: 0
Published: 2016-09-12T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

Brigid froze. The damn man would not drink his mead and now he threatened their contract if she did not consummate the marriage. Her sister’s beautiful face and the faces of the other women in her clan flashed before her. She couldn’t let them down.

Slowly, she lay back against the fur and closed her eyes. “Do with my body what you will. It is but a vessel. You will not win my heart or soul.”

For a long moment, nothing stirred on the bed. Then Konrad slid up next to her. The movement made her flinch, the heat from his body warming hers. “Is that a challenge, wife?” he whispered, his breath stirring the loose hairs around her ear.

She shivered, her body tensing at his nearness. “Not a challenge. The truth.”

“Challenge accepted.” His lips captured the lobe of her ear and pulled softly.

Brigid never realized how sensitive her ears were until that moment. A moan threatened to rise up her throat. She steeled herself for his assault.

When it came she was unprepared.

His lips brushed across her eyelids as soft as thistledown. Her belly tightened and her breasts ached. What was wrong with her body?

Weathered fingertips glided across her cheekbone and down the length of her neck scraping ever so lightly.

Her skin practically reached out to him to deepen the touch.

When he pressed his lips to hers, he demanded nothing, his tongue tracing the seam.

Her lips tingled so much she gasped, parting her teeth.

His tongue slipped between and caressed hers.

He tasted of sweet mead.

Curling as if of its own reflex, her tongue dueled with his, thrusting when he thrust and swirling in a desperate battle of wills, taking her mind off where his fingers went until they flicked the tip of a nipple.

She arched her back before she realized what she was doing. When he trapped the nipple between thumb and forefinger, a moan escaped her lips on a soft puff of air.

The man had yet to lie on her and poke her with is man staff, yet she was halfway to begging him to commence. Deep in her center blood stirred, flowing thick and hot, spreading fire to every inch of her body.

Where he was tweaking her nipple she could picture him taking it into his mouth and suckling until she cried out. His fingers only toyed with the tip until she thought she might scream.

“Get on with the bedding,” she hissed, impatient, frustrated and needy like she’d never been before.

“These things take patience.”

“Patience be damned.” She grabbed his hand from her nipple and cupped her breast with it, squeezing it tight enough to hurt a little, hoping that little bit of pain would bring her back from the insane edge upon which she teetered precariously.

His hand massaged her breast and moved to the other.

Brigid’s breathing grew more rapid and she twisted against the furs, even the soft furry friction causing her to squirm.

Konrad’s hand slid lower, skimming across her belly, ever closer to the center of her desire, that warm, wet channel aching to be filled.

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