VIKING THRALL (Historical Romance, Medieval, Viking) by Joanna Davis Read Free Book Online Page B

through her. He wanted her. Not just as a passing pleasure.
                  No, there was something in his eyes just for her.
                  A strange feeling settled in her chest.
                  When he lowered his lips to hers, she did not protest. He slid his lips back and forth, his hands exploring her body at will. She gasped and his tongue delved inside, tangling with hers. Unsure of how to proceed, she matched his movements, sliding her hands up his arms to his shoulders and grabbing on as their tongues pressed and retreated, swirled and played.
                  Esme moaned, finally caving under his tender onslaught.
                  The Viking grunted adjusting her so that she straddled him on the chair. She felt his shaft protruding through his hose, pressing into her juncture. Instead of being frightened, she felt something else entirely.
                  Desire.
                  "Oh!"
                  He had his hands on her hips now, guiding her against him in a circular rhythm. An urgency took over and she began to make the same movement, pressing down against his blazing hot manhood. His lips found her neck. He growled grabbing her bottom with both hands as they moved together as one.
                  "Esme…"
                  She was panting, whimpering, not sure what she wanted… What she was about to ask for…
     
                 
     
     
     
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                  "Please Magnus…"
                  His reaction was instantaneous. Magnus lifted her slightly, shifting his hose to the side so that his manhood could spring free. Her dress was pushed up around her waist. He guided his cock to her slick opening and pressed inside. Slowly, he pushed her hips down so that her petals spread and closed over him, welcoming him inside.
                  And such a welcome!
                  Hot, honeyed wine slid over his sensitive tip. She was whimpered, clinging to his shoulders. He knew he was overly large and she overly small. And yet somehow, he fit. His cock felt like it was in Valhalla itself.
                  Hot, tight, Valhalla.
                  "Magnus!"
                  "Shhhh… be still…"
                  He couldn't have stopped now if he tried. And yet, something was impeding him from burying himself inside her. Oh course. She was a maid. This must be the proof of innocence so many men spoke of.
                  He growled in impatience.
                  He wanted to break through and plow into her again and again like a wild beast!
                  He'd been afraid that he was going to spill himself in his hose like a green boy a moment ago. That's how excited he'd been. The thrall had woven some sort of spell over him.
                  Aye that was it.
                  She was a witch.
                  "I will take your innocence now. I will try and do it quickly but it will hurt. Just for a moment sweeting. Do you understand?"
                  "Aye- aye Magnus."
                  He stared at her beautiful face. She was fearful, and yet he could still see the effects of their lovemaking in her flushed and sweaty cheeks. He reached down and circled his finger on the delicate nub above her sex. Her hips bucked in response and she cried out.
                  He held her thighs wide, playing with her until she was gasping for air, thrashing against him. Then he jerked his hips up sharply. He felt her barrier give way and was rewarded with the sweet hot bliss of being fully embedded inside her sheath.
                  "By Odin woman!"
                  She had barely made a sound but now she was whimpering, sounding much like an injured animal at