Page 26 of Ravager

I smirked, still nervous and still on fire. I came around to the side and began rubbing the soap over his chest, so hard and so smooth, with light tufts of hair grazing between his muscles. I was too afraid to meet his eyes now, too stubborn to look at his erection. I kept my eyes on the soap and only the soap.

“Cherine,” he whispered, his voice sending chills down my back. “I hoped you’d come.”

I stopped and closed my eyes. I heard his hands leave the bathwater, and in seconds, they had my face between them, softand wet. The soap slid from my hands, and before I could realize what was happening, his lips were on mine.

They were soft and sweet at first, tasting earthy and pure. Then, his tongue stroked the edge of my lips, and I parted them with a gasp. With Marc, kisses had been so close-lipped and stiff. I never dreamed I could feel so much sensation from Erik’s mouth.

Slowly, as if testing it out, I let my tongue out to touch with his. He responded in kind, and my mouth opened more. He quickly filled me with his taste and wetness. He nibbled at my lips and then soothed the spot with a lick before ravaging my mouth, his pace and pressure increasing. It felt like he was trying to eat me right there, enjoying every last drop, and I loved it.

I was so into it, wrapped up in our frantic desire for each other, that I leaned too far forward. I lost my balance and ended up in the tub with a splash. I cried out softly from the shock, and Erik let out a small laugh before his hands gripped my face and pulled me up. The warmth of the water seeped into my clothes, and I could feel his hardness pressing up against me.

His fingers nestled into my hair and made a fist in it. The spike of pain soon gave way to pleasure, and I wanted him to be rougher. I wanted to see the Viking in him come out, the fire let loose. As civilized as Rolf thought him to be, I wanted him wild and free. I wanted to be taken.

And yet, I was the one taking. Without knowing exactly what I was doing, I pulled my wet shift up around my waist then over my head. I flung it to the floor and pressed my bare breasts against Erik’s chest. I could feel his heart racing alongside my own, and his mouth swiftly found my breasts at the same time as his hands. He kneaded, caressed, squeezed, his tongue darting around my nipple, his teeth occasionally grazing them. I was pulled through pleasure and pain, from soft to rough and slowto fast, and the throbbing pressure between my legs built to new heights.

I straddled him in the tub as much as I could as he worked my breasts, the mushroom-head of his cock rubbing against me. I both felt like I was about to explode, and yet, I couldn’t get enough. The hard corners of the tub jammed into my kneecaps, but I tried not to care. I wanted him and, in my naivety, wasn’t sure how to get it.

But Erik did. He gripped me hard around the small of my waist and lifted me clear out of the tub. Before I had a chance to get up, he sprang out, water running off his perfectly toned body, and crushed me to the floor by the fire.

I reveled in the feeling of his weight on me. My hands went to his arms, feeling this biceps as they strained to keep him from crushing me completely. The muscles of his back rippled under my nails, as did his long, tight stomach as I scratched down it. I felt as frantic as a wild cat, arching my hips up to meet his cock, begging for him to be inside me.

He responded by reaching down and slowly caressing my wet slit. I writhed in pleasure, pressing myself into his fingers. He started rubbing the nub in a circular motion, occasionally dipping down into my opening and drawing the wetness out. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Just when the force became too much for me to keep back, he inserted two long fingers into me and twisted me open. I gasped at the intrusion before succumbing to it, and soon after, I felt his swollen crown press into my cunt. He was just as large as I imagined, and as he entered me, inch by wide inch, I felt the bite of pain. Unlike my first time, I welcomed it, opening my legs farther to accommodate him. When he was entering too slowly for my liking, I grabbed his high, clenched ass and drove him into me in one, swift motion.

I let out a small cry as the discomfort gave way to pleasure, and Erik quickened his pace. With one strong arm keeping his weight off my chest, he used his hand to rub my clit in time with his thrusts. The fire beside us was going strong, and soon, I was just as hot inside as I was outside.

Erik kept his eyes on me, even though I kept wanting to look away. The intimacy was too much at times, too real and too close, and yet, I felt waves of triumph as I watched the coldness in his eyes melt away to fire and lust. He wanted me so much, it drove me mad. I’d never wanted something so much and to be wanted in return.

The deft circles of his fingertips and the hard drive of his cock finally proved too much for me to handle. I came hard and strong, losing all control of my thoughts, my body, my actions. The orgasm rolled through me, leaving only the sensations of warmth and wholeness and love and flying. I no longer existed. I was just pleasure itself, a hedonistic creature. I had no idea I was emitting drawn-out moans that reverberated around the room.

Adding to my sensations, Erik came right away. He thrust harder and harder until the dam burst, and he cried out sharply, his mouth open, eyes clenched in the moment. His arm gave out from under him, and he lowered himself down beside me, careful not to crush me.

It took me a few minutes to regain my sense of self, for my heart rate to slow and my breaths to become even. I hadn’t even felt human during that time, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t even in the room. I rolled my head to the side and gazed at Erik, who was lying on his back next to me, his chest still rising heavily. This man was able to show me something I never thought possible.

As if sensing this, he reached for my hand and gave it a hard squeeze. I closed my eyes at the prickles that swirled from his fingers and up my arm, circulating around my chest.

I’m happy. The thought floated through my head, and my heart swelled with it. It took me a moment to realize I’d never felt happy before.

Chapter 12

Erik

Erik woke in the middle of the night, finding himself and Cherine asleep on the rug in front of the dying fire. Chills had set in, the outside wind finding crevices in the stone-walled manor to sneak through. He picked up the sleeping beauty, feeling protective over her serene nudity, and lowered her into his bed. Once he was sure they were both covered with enough blankets and warmth, he drew her up to him and kissed the back of her head. He fell into a deep, satisfied sleep until the bright reality of the morning.

“Dear Odin, what do we have here?” Rolf’s voice boomed across Erik’s chambers.

He snapped his head up, fighting away the last traces of sleep. Cherine was slowly waking up his arms, but it was too late. Rolf was storming across the room, his footsteps rattling the paintings on the walls. They were caught, and even though Erik knew pleasuring Cherine was part of his assigned duty, he knew Rolf would find some problem with them actually sharing a bed.

“Well, explain why she’s here and not in the room we gave to her,” Rolf demanded. Despite the early hour and the post-siege celebrations from the night before, Rolf looked disarminglysharp. His darks eyes glittered fervently while his posture suggested he was ready to fling Erik out of bed.

Erik sat up and placed his hand on Cherine’s shoulder, keeping her down. He hoped she’d take it as a sign not to get involved.

Erik wiped at his eyes, trying to wake up. Honesty would probably be the best policy in this situation.

He pretended to look sheepish. “Sorry. We were having a little fun last night, and I forgot to return her. She wore me out.”

Rolf gazed down at Cherine, his brow slowly raising with interest. “Is that so?”