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then yanked her tunic up and her trousers down until her bare backside was covered only by sky. With no preamble at all, he brought down his hand on one round cheek, and the loud slap stirred the birds from the trees. The sting was immediate and exquisite. She looked over her shoulder at him. Desire blazed through her body and must have shown on her face because his hand came down again and again.
    “Gods, yes!” she cried.
    His hand remained on her hot skin for a moment.
    “More?” he asked in a near whisper. He was breathless, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the effort of the spanking or the lust it fueled.
    “More,” she begged and turned her face toward the ground.
    His palm came down three more times, and with each blow, the contact inched closer to her tingling sex. Heat spread across her buttocks and into her most tender place. She didn’t think she could bear another stroke. He raised his arm again.
    “Please stop, Bjorn,” she whimpered and realized she was crying.
    He gently laid his palm on her and petted the hot flesh with a feather-light touch. He leaned over and blew on the punished skin. He lifted his arm from her back and reached into her tunic. He fondled her breast as the hand on her backside dropped to the hot, wet place between her thighs. He cupped and massaged the tingling mound while he pinched her nipple into a tight peak. When she moaned, he jerked her to her feet and stood her up in front of him, facing away. He pushed the hem of her tunic into her hands and she held the fabric up around her waist. He blew again, and she shivered. He kissed one burning cheek then the other.
    “Turn,” he commanded.
    Kadlin turned around, and her dewy sex was inches from his face. He ran his hands down her thighs, pushing her trousers to the ground. They puddled at her ankles, and she let go of her hem to steady herself on his bare shoulders. As soon as she’d stepped free of her shoes and trousers, he eased her closer. This time when he breathed out a stream of air, it ruffled her curls and caused her hardening little bud to press through the glistening lips.
    “Bjorn,” she breathed.
    He planted a kiss at the center of the curls and moved one hand between her quivering thighs. He slid a calloused fingertip back and forth over the divide of her throbbing lips, all the while kissing the soft mound.
    He parted her flesh and slowly pushed his finger into her at the same moment drawing her hardened jewel into his mouth. He licked at her juices and probed her hot canal. Kadlin’s legs trembled, but she was afraid to move, afraid that he would stop his glorious exploration.
    “So wet, so sweet,” he muttered against her sex.
    Kadlin cried out at the vibration of his words. He slid his finger from her and pulled her to her knees before him, her hands resting on his parted thighs. The Viking guided her fingers to the top of his trousers, and she tugged at the worn fabric, eager to see what lay beneath.
    He held her eyes with his until he was free of his clothing then she looked down. His huge rod stood hard, nearly brushing his flat belly. Kadlin licked her lips. She wanted to touch and taste the rigid flesh. She was greedy for it. She reached out and brushed her thumb over the velvety head, smearing it with the bead of excitement that had escaped the tip. She wrapped one hand around the hard shaft, and when she saw that her fingers could barely enclose its girth, fresh juices flowed from her in anticipation. She was enchanted and lovingly traced each ridge and vein. The Viking’s breath came faster now, and the head swelled, blushing to the loveliest shade of purple.
    Leaning forward, Kadlin took the hot plum in her mouth, and the Viking growled. He laced his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp has she licked and sucked and stroked him. His obvious pleasure fed her, and she took him deeper into her throat. The Viking moaned, hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her mouth to his.
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