Page 9 of Berserker Devotion

Instead, he buried his nose in Nora's hair. It smelled flowery, and underneath that was the scent he identified as uniquely hers, like springtime rain.

"Um, are you sniffing my hair?"

Busted. "Your hair is amazing." He kissed her temple, intoxicated by the feel and smell of her in his arms. A languid sense of peace seeped into his body. Unlike anything he’d experienced before. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should worry about that, but that thought soon floated away, as well.

He pulled her closer, moving his hand lower down her back, the tip of his fingers caressing the top of her tailbone through her shirt.

She sighed. Her exhaled air hot against his neck.

Ulf’s erection grew even harder, straining against the fly of his pants. He pulled away before he did something stupid. Like, jump her right there.

"What are you doing?" She looked startled.

"I…." What could he say? I’m going to pound into you right now if we don’t stop touching? Yeah, that would go over nicely. Every smooth line he’d used on women in the past had fled his mind.

Mine, the berserker whispered.

He needed to kiss her with a desperate urgency. Bracketing her face with his palms, he leaned down and claimed her lips.

Nora froze, and he immediately pulled back.

She grabbed his wrists that were still touching her cheeks and leaned in, pressing her hot mouth against his.

He groaned, tilting his head to give her better access.

She parted her lips, and his tongue slipped into her wet warmth. A sweet moan escaped from her, driving him wild.

He moved a hand to her back, caressing her spine down to her ass, and then pressed her firmly against his hard ridge.

Her moan became a groan, and she interlaced her hands behind his neck, pressing her chest against his. The sweet softness of her breasts undid him.

He stepped her backward and pressed Nora’s back against the wall. Cradling her neck, he tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue mated with hers.

She met him thrust for thrust, nipping at his lips. The small, sharp bursts of pain drove him crazy.

Ulf slipped his leg between hers, grabbed her hips, and lifted her so that she rode the top of his leg. Her thighs clamped down, and she bit down on his lower lip. He inhaled sharply and held the breath to keep from coming on the spot.

This fireling ignited sparks all along his nerve endings.

Ulf needed to get closer, needed to feel her heat. In the back of his mind, a niggling awareness of this going too fast, too far, tried to make itself heard. But then his berserker whispered, mine, again, and the thought evaporated quicker than snow on a wood stove.

He nibbled his way along her jawline and down her neck. When he got to her clavicle, he sucked the tender skin there. Nipping at her clavicle, he trailed his fingers along the bottom of the long t-shirt she wore, and then down her bare leg.

She moaned again as he bent her backward.

His hand stroked the back of her knee and then moved to the inside of her thigh. When he reached the junction of her thighs, he had to stop and take a deep breath.

He rested his forehead against hers.

"Are you okay?" Nora whispered against his neck.

"Your underwear is a thong," he growled.

He felt her smile against his hot skin. "You're very observant."

"Fuck, Nora. You're playing with fire." He had to take another deep breath. "I'm going to touch you now."

She trailed her hand down his arm and grabbed his wrist that was between her legs. "I want you to touch me," she said, guiding his hand to her damp core. "I want your fingers inside me."