Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“I brought you some wine to make this easier,” he said. “Would you like some?”
Her eyes widened, and then she shook her head back and forth. No.
“More for me then.” He walked over to the door where he had dropped the cask of wine and opened it to his lips. He squeezed it out of the soft pigskin, filling his mouth and swallowing several gulps. He was nervous—damn nervous.
He reached out into the hallway and plucked one of the torches off the wall, then closed the door and made his way over to Cherine in the corner. He didn’t need the light but figured it might make things less frightening for her if she could see what was happening.
Less frightening and perhaps more enjoyable, he thought. Or maybe that was wishful thinking.
Erik placed the torch on the ground and wiped the wine off his lips. He stared at Cherine, and she stared right back. She was absolutely terrified, and he knew she had every right to be, but he also knew she wouldn’t stay scared for long. It might peak for a while, but then she’d be more than fine. He had to keep telling himself that; otherwise, he wouldn’t have the gall to go through with it.
He took a few steps toward her until his shins touched the edge of the chair. He could feel his erection rising and knew she noticed it. Her eyes were torn between his face and the growing bulge in his skirt.
“I’m going to do something for you,” he told her in a soft voice that bellied his rough desire. “It’s not going to hurt, not one bit. I promise you that.”
He reached down for her dress, one he had found for her in one of the room’s trunks, and lifted it from her legs.
Cherine rocked back and forth with muffled sobs, trying to get him to stop what she thought was coming, but he didn’t. He kept rolling the dress back slowly, like he was unwrapping a present, until her lower body was naked and exposed.
He sucked in a breath at the sight. Even though he had been bathing her the night before and had seen the springy hair between her legs, hinting at the forbidden flesh beneath, this was different. Last night, Erik struggled to keep his lust in check. This time, he was going to let it loose—he was going to get her to want him.
He slowly lowered himself, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. He placed his hands on her soft, white thighs and let out a slight moan of approval. She could do nothing but flinch at his touch.
He kept staring intently at her, willing her to relax, willing her to trust him. Of course, she wouldn’t. Her green eyes looked murderous and, underneath that, betrayed. It stung, but Erik had no choice but to keep going.
With extreme deliberation, his fingers trailed up her inner thigh, and she tried desperately to clamp them shut. She strained at the ropes but couldn’t break them, and her legs stayed held apart. She was completely immobile, completely helpless, at the mercy of a Viking.
He stopped when he touched her lower curls, taking a moment to lazily twirl his fingers in the short, soft length. Her body was tense all over, and she jerked at every press of his fingers.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice lower and dripping with lust. His cock had become so hard, even the light pressure of the chair against it was nearly enough to make him lose it. “But you might scream.”
He couldn’t tell if the darkness that came over Cherine’s eyes was one of confusion at his choice of words, of fear, or even of her own deep desires. He took his index finger and slowly put it in his mouth, pulling it out when it was dripping with saliva. He gently trailed it down through her hair until it met the soft cleft. She took in a gasp of air, and he kept going, pressing his wet finger downwards, pushing apart the lips until he found her clit. With her legs tied spreadeagle, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
With his eyes still searching hers, he began rubbing her nub in rolling fashion, putting only the faintest of pressure there. He kept at it, watching her until she briefly closed her eyes. He noticed she was growing swollen and slick, and he increased the pressure of his finger.
“Are you a virgin, Cherine?” he asked in a hoarse voice. Her eyes flashed in response. “Don’t worry. I won’t be fixing that if you are,” he attempted to reassure her. “I’ll keep that intact. Only that.”
He withdrew his finger and crouched down. He placed his hands underneath her warm bottom and lifted it until his face was buried in her. The scent of her musk and the traces of lavender were like a tonic to him, and it took all his will to deny himself getting off. He had to ensure she got off first. Only then it was his time.