They rocked together, moaning into the kiss, desperately trying to claim every single inch of each other.
“Never letting you go,” he promised.
Keiko dug her nails into his shoulders as his hips began to move.Perfect.Just perfect.“You are such a throwback,” she groaned.“It’s a good thing I love Vikings.”
He stopped mid-thrust, proving once and for all that he had a will of steel.“Not just any Viking,” he amended.
She cupped his face and stared deep into those brilliant blue eyes of his.“You’re the only one I love, Mace.”
A look of pure satisfaction filled his eyes.“Mine,” he said again.
“Idiot,” she replied.“Now move those hips.”
“Anything for you, baby.”And he did as he was told.