Page 76 of The Devil's Viking

Her climax wrenched his own out of him: he slammed into her one final time, threw his head back, let himself go. His eyes were closed, his whole body was riding the wave of sensation and he wanted it to go on forever. She dug his fingers into his back as he found his own release; she loved feeling this huge, strong man quiver in her arms. She loved knowing that she had done this to him.

With a groan, Viking placed both hands on the wall, his arms stretched over their heads, holding her in place with his huge upper body, her legs wrapped around his hips. They leaned against each other, unmoving, their breaths slowing down and their bodies relaxing.

Viking felt like he could trust his legs beneath him again, so he lifted her gently and carried her to the sofa. They sat, Elle in his lap, her thighs still around him, him still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.

“So,” he said. “How’s the breathing thing goingnow?”

“Kind of crap,” she puffed. “You?”

“The same.” He ran his hands up and down her back, loving that this time tomorrow, Zoe would have started to cover up the disgusting tattoo that was there now. “Hey, you know what?”

“What?”

“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”

Elle pulled back a bit to look at his eyes; she loved seeing them dance when he was teasing her. “You mean the bedroom with the custom made bed? The one where we can perform some gymnastics?”

“That’s the one.”

“Well, big guy.” She tightened her inner muscles around him and felt him swell inside of her. “Let’s go. Flip and spin me until I beg for breath.”

And after the third flip and spin, she did indeed beg.

She begged for more.

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Viking and Elle were lying all curled up in his bed, watching the snow fall outside. She’d never been more of a mess – her hair was standing up all over the place, she was sore and exhausted, any makeup that she’d had on had long been sweated off. But she’d never felt more beautiful.

“So,” he said softly. “I got you some Pringles.”

Startled at this random statement that had come out of nowhere, Elle lifted her head from his chest and stared at him. “You – Pringles?”

“Yeah. You said that when you were at the compound, you missed normal. TV, vegging out and –”

“And Pringles,” she finished. “You remembered?”

“When it comes to you, baby, I remember everything.” He kissed the top of her head. “And I was thinking that ever since leaving the cult, you hadn’t really hadnormal. You were in that room above the bar, being watched night and day, then you were taken away from us, now you’re kind of starting again. I thought maybe you’d want to sit on the sofa with me and watch a movie and stuff our faces with Pringles.”

“Hell, yeah!” she said, delighted. “I’d love that! I can’t believe you thought of all of this…”

“I told you, baby.” Viking got to his feet, extended his hand to help her out of bed. “I was ready for the come-over.”

“You were not kidding.” Iris grabbed his shirt from off the floor and pulled it over her head. She inhaled his spicy, citrusy cologne and the strong, smoky, sexy smell of her man, that smell that she remembered from the jean jacket that he’d given her, back when she was a frightened stranger in the back of his van. “So does this mean that I can come over again?”

“You’d better,” he growled inthatvoice, the one that made her pussy melt and her nipples tighten. “I’ll make it worth your while if you do.”

And right away, the TV, and the sofa, and the Pringles had to wait because he yanked the shirt off her body again, he shoved her down again, and he took her breath away.

Again.

And again.

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