Viking's Desire: Sexy-Romance Novel: A Viking Love Story (6 page)

She blushed
again, “You are…”

“T
ell me.”

“You are so
…” in a tiny little voice, she finished, “big.”

Eriik couldn’t contain himself as he roared with laughter. 

“Oh my sweet Lillian.  I promise you, I will take you so you will feel little pain.  Do you trust me?”

She nodded and he started his expert manipulations o
f her tender body once more.  He held her hands above her head and kissed her tenderly, opening her mouth with his tongue, following the curve of her neck to the valley between her breasts.  With his fingers, he traced the curve of her hip and parted her thighs and with gentle strokes, he traveled up her inner thigh, touching the most tender place of all, the wet russet curls between her legs.  She moaned and Eriik thought he might go out of his mind with this tantalizing torture. Her eyes were closed as her head tossed back and forth.  He explored the outside of the damp triangle, then ever so tenderly parted her and placed one finger inside.  He almost lost control when he felt how wet and tight she was.  He stopped for a moment to gain some rule over his rampaging lust before continuing.  He promised her little pain, and he was going to keep that promise.  He could feel her tightening and relaxing around his finger as he explored the wonders inside.  As she made little sounds of pleasure, he gently inserted another finger to get her ready. He stopped again, then continued his domination of her body.  He knew she was a virgin, so he would need to prepare her well.  He slowly lowered himself onto her, carefully.  He kissed her deeply, urgently, placing his cock at her opening and it strained for her.  He chafed the area around the apex of her thighs and felt how slick she was as she strained and gyrated around him, wanting him.  She spread her legs wide open to receive him, welcoming him as he groaned with pleasure.  He kissed her breasts and stomach, neck and face and as subtly as he could, slid into her just a little.  Her eyes flew open and her face froze.  She was a maiden no longer, he had taken it for all time.  This was a defining moment in her life and nothing would ever be the same for her again.  He looked into her emerald green pools and was drowning there.

H
e was right, the pain passed and something else took over.  This feeling of need. She didn’t know what exactly, but she wanted to hold him inside her until it became clear.  Her body wanted something, ached for something and she gasped for air.  She spread her legs wider and with her body, motioned for him to enter more fully.  He looked at her questioningly but complied.  He filled her up so perfectly.  Oh God, this wasn’t nearly as painful.  She almost felt complete, but still lacked… she didn’t know, she couldn’t know, it was illusive.  She felt she needed to move somehow, to achieve something.  She wanted him to move with her, but he stayed motionless. 

H
e looked at her, ”I’m not all the way inside you yet.  Her eyes were open wide.  He slid in even more.  Her eyes were enormous now.  Oh yes, he was huge!  He was inside all the way now and completely still, and rightly so.  It took just a few minutes for her body to adjust this time.  It didn’t take any time though for her to adjust to him lying on top of her, feeling his bountiful weight felt wonderful.  She loved it.  She ran her fingernails down his strapping back and held his buttocks in her hands.  As she got used to the fullness inside, it felt good! It felt right! When she started to flex her muscles around him, he smiled and started to move, slowly at first then gradually faster, but controlled.  She couldn’t believe the beautiful ache, tiny bursts of sensations she could never describe in any language.  Tingling and slick, she started to move with him stroke for stroke, striving for that illusive something.  She knew it was to be found in his body.  She thought he was waiting for it too, but she felt so inadequate. She knew not what she was doing.  She was moving her legs and flexing her throbbing muscles around him, a sensual dance of the ages.  Her body felt like it was on a cliff and needed to fall but teetered on the edge for what seemed an eternity.  It felt fabulous but she sensed she would fall at any moment, but never did, when all of a sudden, her body erupted into tiny explosions and brilliant colors burst behind her eyes.  She screamed out, not being able to stop.  Wave after wave gripped her and she couldn’t get enough of his body inside of her.  This was the most astonishing feeling.  She had tried to imagine a man making love to her before but the imaginings fell flat compared to this incredible experience.  After the spasms that were washing over her wave after wave started to erode and she was still, Eriik looked at her, started to push into her again, making sure he was not hurting her and in a few moments, his face tightened, there was a look resembling a grimace on his face, he groaned like an angry bear, all his muscles flexed, hard, then just as suddenly as it began, he relaxed.  He was breathing hard and kissing her lips and neck.  He had a radiant smile on his face, making him more attractive than ever.  He would have liked to stay coiled inside of her forever but he was sure she would be sore tomorrow, so he gently pulled out and rolled over, bringing her next to him with his cock cuddled up to her ass.  They were both still, simply breathing and holding each other. Lillian was smiling, trying to feel guilty about what had transpired between them.  She should, after all, they were not married, but after what she had just experienced, guilt was the last emotion she could conjure up.  She was glad, however, they were here and not in England. 

Eriik was feelin
g everything.  He had never taken a woman that equaled what he had just felt.  He’d tossed up his fair share of skirts in his time, but nothing like that, and she was a virgin, completely inexperienced.  He had expected nothing. 

He stroked her
hair and she rubbed his fingers.  They said not a word but contentedly fell into a deep sleep holding each other serenely.

Chapter 15

The next morning, their lovemaking was plain for all to see and even though it had been the most remarkable night Lillian had ever spent, she was embarrassed for the chamber maids to see the blood smears.  It was proof that she had lost her virginity, not in the marriage bed with a loving husband who had sworn to love, honor, and cherish her, but by her treacherous body that could not stay pure around Eriik, who she would love to accuse of rape, but that would be the most immense falsehood of her lifetime.  She couldn’t do that to him or herself.  She would stand up to the stares of ridicule and come what may, act the part of, well, his mistress.  That’s what she was after all.  One of her dreads, and again, she had done it to herself.  He did not force himself on her, he even asked her.  By God, she looked him right in the eye and gave him permission.  Without a marriage, lord without even an admission of love or fidelity.  Oh she tried to feel unclean and all she could feel was giddy.  She was so tired of trying to be someone she was not.  Honestly she felt wonderful after last night.  She straightened herself up, held her head high, and went on about her day.  She yearned for this man she had wantonly given herself to and if she was just a mistress for him, then damn it, what would be would be.  Isn’t that what she always said?  I’ll think no more about it today.  Last night was too incredible to ruin it with incriminations today.  She could not wipe the smile off her face.  It felt splendid.

After
that first tumultuous lovemaking, each night when Eriik came to their bedchamber, the same wonderful ritual followed, and even though the first few times, Lillian tried a few feeble attempts to resist, she soon decided it was futile to try.  She was besotted by his charm, fine body, and incredible skills at lovemaking.  That thought pricked her a bit as she knew very well how he had acquired those skills, practice.

Every day that passed, she became more proficient at her household chores and the Norse language
, not to mention her own boudoir skills.  They often spoke Norse at dinner and she could easily carry on conversations with the inhabitants of the house.  She tried to control herself but knew deep down that she was falling in love with Eriik.  She felt comfortable and even light-headed at times when he would hold her, stroke her hair, and especially when he made love to her. 

She watched him at his battle games during the day, his great muscles flexing with exertion
, as he swung his sword or axe, the tiny rivulets of sweat running down his back.  Every time an opponent swung at him, she had to cover her eyes.  She couldn’t believe they were only practicing with those dangerous weapons.  One hit and a limb could be easily severed.  But each day they went on and no one seemed to be wounded.  What a sight Eriik was as he usually practiced without a shirt in the summer and she was mesmerized by the play of each set of muscles as he used his sword, axe, and bow.  Every day she was aghast at herself at how she would feel as she stared at him.  Her hands would sweat, her breasts would tighten, her thighs would tingle, and she would fantasize about him atop her in bed as his powerful frame would press intimately into her welcoming flesh.  She would chastise herself but deep down she knew it was to no avail.  He was a sight to behold and she couldn’t get enough.  She was also proud when he beat his opponent, as usual. 
“What was she to do though?  Did Eriik feel anything for her?  Well lust of course.  That she knew only too well.  Obviously she felt the same for him. 

He had never mentioned marriage or whatever they do here to seal a relationship between a man and woman.  She didn’t really know a lot about
it.  He seemed content and the people around him accepted her, at least she assumed they did.  It was all so confusing.”

Well there was nothing she could do about it right now so she decided to go about her business,
and quit worrying about it.

****

Eriik had been talking to Bjorn about Lillian that very day, about his position as Jarl and his feelings for Lillian. 

“I love her.  That’s the way of it.  But does she love me back and even if she does, can I make it legal
between her and I, being the Jarl?”

“Brother, I would say you can do any damn thing ya want, being the Jarl,” he laughed and slapped Eriik on the back.

“I’m expected to join with a woman to expand our land and our coffers, yes?  Political dung as it is.”

“Is that what you really want to do, brother?”

“I just told you it is not!”

“Then pray to Odin, grow some balls, and
join with the woman you love,” he rode away yelling back, “but tonight we drink!”

Eriik laughed
, thinking that was a fine idea.

Before he left for the tavern, he pulled Renouf aside, “Listen my friend, do me a good turn my man.”

“Anything my lord.”

“Do some snooping around and see if I were to
join with Lady Lillian if she would be accepted as my wife.”

“Oh
lord, congratulations.”

“Not a word to anyone, I’m depending on your discretion.”

“Yes, yes my lord, you can count on me.”

Eriik certainly hoped so, and went on his way to drink his problems away that evening.  Unusual for him
though, he went inside first and informed Lillian of his plans.  “What has become of me, he thought, and chided himself for becoming so domestic.”

I
n so many ways though, it felt good and he was hopeful the people would welcome Lillian with open arms.  He certainly had.  Really, he had fallen in love with her the first time he had spotted her with her long, flowing hair in the tower.  It was fated by the gods, he was sure of it. 

At the tavern, he was in
his cups and happy to be with friends and neighbors, but anxious to go home and lay atop his beautiful Lillian.  Odin, could he ever get enough of her?  He was beginning to think the answer to that question was no.  All the other women in his life lost their appeal soon after the coupling was over.  He guessed that was the difference between loving and lusting.  Lusting and sex was nice but making love
with
your love was another thing entirely.  It must be blessed by the gods themselves.  As he was thinking of loving and coupling his steps became faster and his cock became thicker. 
“That damn thing has a mind of its own,”
he thought.  And its mind is always on Lillian. 

He raced for home and up the stairs to find Lillian sitting up in bed waiting for him.  The loveliest sight he could imagine.  He was in his cups, yes
, but nothing would prevent him from making love to her tonight.  He dropped every bit of clothing right there on the floor and noticed her smile as she lowered her lashes.  He had a notion that she liked his body and it made him even harder.  His cock was full and heavy and reached for his navel.  He walked to her side of the bed and gently opened her nightclothes and put them aside.  There could be no one comelier.  He intended to make this last.  The liquor was already wearing off and his rioting lust was taking over.  He swept a lock of hair off her face as he bent down to take her lips in a demanding kiss and her tongue entwined with his.  The play of their tongues made him want to take her right then, but he took a deep breath and controlled himself just as he did in battle when the enemy tried to provoke him to attack before it was time.  She wasn’t helping either as she writhed upon the bed and spread her legs for him, but he was determined.  He had plans for the lovely Lillian tonight.  He broke loose from her tasty lips and traveled down to her inviting breasts to give them the attention they deserved.  She grabbed his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist, placing her just at the right place for his pulsating cock to enter her, and it was difficult to wait, especially when he felt her moisture.  But he just let his manhood twitch and tease her womanhood until she was thrashing in exquisite torture.  He continued his journey down her breathtaking body to her belly where he kissed and played with his tongue. 

“Take me Eriik, I’m ready.”

“But I’m not sweet.”

“Oh
God.”

“
Sorry, darling, you keep forgetting, I’m just a man,” he laughed and she tickled him playfully.

He started to concentrate again on her.  As his head went down between h
er legs, she gasped and grabbed his head between her hands and momentarily stopped him.  He held her hands in one of his and touched the wetness there with his tongue.  She looked shocked and tried to object but only a moan of bliss could be heard.  He softly ran his tongue over her curls and finally he entered her.  She tossed her head to and fro.  He knew her sweet release would come.  She had never imagined that such exquisite feelings even existed.  The fruit of her essence clutched his tongue and her muscles pulsated with excruciating need.  Shards of the heavens started to rain down on her as she trembled.  She scraped his back and squeezed with all her might.  She was falling and falling and he was the only one who could catch her and then it broke, everything broke and she whimpered, then groaned, then screamed with delight.  This continued on and on and he could feel her flexing around his tongue until she fell limp and exhausted and he kissed her legs and belly and lay beside her as she continued to pulse and quiver.  It was quite a long time before she could speak. 

“Eriik, what in the world?”

“Did you not care for it my lady?”

She blushed furiously and rolled into his arms.
  “You must be out of your mind.  It was, was, I can’t find words but you have not found your release yet. 

“I will, don’t worry.  The night is still young.”

She cuddled up to him and in a few minutes, he started to embrace her breasts slowly and lick her nipples with just the tip of his tongue.  He traced a line down her belly to her lovely legs as he opened them. 

She couldn’t believe it but not only was she still wet but she was
ready to take him.  A smile lit up her radiant face.

“Eriik, my
God.”

“
I keep telling you, I’m only a man, my lady.”

“
I’m not so sure of that my lord!” she laughed

He parted her again and stroked her with his finger until she was moaning with desire and then with one quick motion,
Eriik pulled her over and she was atop him, straddling his huge cock. 

“Eriik, you will surely impale me.”

“Slowly, Lillian.  Let me hold you.  I’m going to lower you down little by little until you take me in.”

And that’s what he did.  Slowly and little by little, he lowered her down onto him stopping while she
adjusted until she completely held his entire length inside her body.  She enveloped him completely.  She touched her fingers where their bodies joined and smiled a wicked smile.  In this position, he felt bigger than ever, but after remaining still for a few minutes, she was used to it and it felt glorious.  She swung back and put her hands on Eriik’s knees and started slowly to rise up slowly and place herself back down around him.  Eriik was beside himself with pleasure.  She was full of him in so many ways, physically and emotionally.

Oh
God she loved this man.  Her heart welled up with emotion and she decided then and there that this was good.  There could be nothing wrong when everything felt this right.  She bent down to his face and looked into his deep blue eyes and kissed his forehead and his lips gently.  She parted his lips with her tongue and he met her with his.  The kiss deepened and the strokes of their lovemaking increased.  She couldn’t believe it, but the edge was coming into view again and she was straining with her legs, tightening around his cock so she could achieve the fall.  It was right in her grasp.  It was close, so close.  Then the heavens opened up and she was falling, oh so wonderfully.  Falling, falling. She screamed out and then he bellowed and they fell to earth, twisted together as one, their hearts beating as one.  Never again would either feel whole without the other.  She stayed connected to him, inside of her, laying on his massive chest, holding him close to her and he was holding her as well.  This was the apex, the peak.  Neither spoke for a few minutes, he was stroking her hair and she was caressing his chest.  Reluctantly she separated from him but they held each other, talking about nothing, anything, everything.

“
Eriik I know you think of Bjorn as part of your family but is your true family gone?”

“Aye,
my mother died in childbirth with me.  I was told she was beautiful and gentle.  My father was a fierce warrior, taken to Valhalla fast and straight, bravely in battle as he went raiding.  Valhalla is our heaven.  Any warrior killed in battle is taken there, shown the way by our goddess, Freya.”

Lillian couldn’t help her curiosity,
“Were you and your father close?”

“No.  He was too busy drinking, coupling, and raiding to pay too much attention
to me.  I was left on my own from an early age.”  His tone had become bitter.

“Eriik, I’m so sorry. 
Well, it seems you did quite well on your own.”  She meant it as a compliment and saw that Eriik took it as such.  “It sounds a bit like my mother, but for very different reasons.”  She looked wistful.

“You had no
loving relationship with her?  Why?”