Pleasured by the Viking by Michelle Willingham Read Free Book Online

was unbearable, feeling how hard he was inside, and her body gripped him tightly, wet against his length.
    â€œFaster,” he commanded, taking her hips and surging against her. Her breath came out in quick gasps, but she obeyed. Moving wildly against him, she felt the tremors once again. His length became more aroused, like an iron rod inside her.
    Gunnar’s eyes burned into hers as he met her thrusts, driving her past the point of reason. She surged against him, another release breaking over her, and he forced her onto her back once more, never breaking contact.
    In that moment, she did scream, as he filled her. Gunnar never stopped his rhythm, thrusting inside her over and over again. She was shaking so hard, she wrapped her legs around him, shattering once more as he joined his body with hers. The madness swirled inside as he penetrated, until at last Gunnar let out his own groan of pleasure, filling her up with his seed.
    Auder trembled beneath him, her arms still trapped around his neck. Gunnar used his tongue to tease her nipples, gently biting the tips and causing her to shudder.
    â€œYou belong to me, Auder,” he murmured against her skin.
    She didn’t speak, hardly able to find the words. He had shown her the immense power that could happen between a man and a woman. And in this moment, it was as if he’d reached inside and captured her heart.
    Right now, she wanted to weep. She clung tightly to him, wishing to God she didn’t have to leave him. But somehow there had to be peace between the Normans and her clan. How could she refuse the marriage when it might save their lives?
    Beside them, the fire had begun to die down. Gunnar extricated himself from her body and untied her before he stoked the fire up again. In the light, his body gleamed golden. He was staring at the flames, as if he didn’t know what to say. Neither did she.
    Though she wanted to know what was bothering him, Auder didn’t ask. She’d wanted a night like this with Gunnar, more than anything. But instead of being able to confess how much she cared for him, she held back the words. It didn’t matter what she felt inside, for her fate was unavoidable. All she had was this last night.
    She saw the nick upon his temple where the soldiers had barely missed his head. He could have been killed this morning. Without a word, she pulled him close, resting her head beneath his chin. Against her cheek, she heard his heartbeat, and she vowed that no matter what lay ahead, she would do whatever was necessary to keep safe those she loved.
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    Gunnar reached out for Auder before the sun had risen. He’d made love to her twice more that night. She’d climaxed with his shaft buried deep, and the feeling of her body squeezing him, wet with her arousal, had sent him into his own shuddering release. He’d experienced an undeniable physical pleasure, but somehow he’d sensed her holding back from him.
    Now that he’d taken her for his own, he would stop at nothing to keep her at his side. His hand touched the empty cloak and he sat up, a cold fear suddenly dawning. The horse was gone, along with her clothing, making it clear that she’d left long ago.
    Damn her for this. She’d gone, no doubt intending to give herself over to the Norman baron. Gunnar threw on his clothing, taking off in a fast run. Even so, it wouldn’t be enough to overtake her on horseback.
    His legs burned as he tore across the fields, his mind raging. Just imagining the baron touching her, much less claiming Auder with his body, made him want to hack the man to pieces with his battleaxe. He wasn’t about to let Auder—shy, beautiful, and with a heart too big for her own good—make the worst mistake of her life.
    He ran until his chest was about to crack open, sweat pouring over his skin. The physical exhaustion didn’t matter—only reaching her in time. The morning sun beat down on him, burning his eyes