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kiss was all-consuming. Kadlin was lost in the sensation of his full lips pressing hard against hers and of the scent and taste of her juices. He crushed her against him and pulled her up so he could maneuver his legs between hers. He slid off of the saddle and leaned back against it, lowering her onto his lap so his steely rod stood upright between them, its underside grazing her curls.
    Kadlin ground into him, and their expectant moans mingled on their lips. The place where their bodies touched was now slick with her cream. Kadlin was the first to pull away. Panting, she looked into his eyes and begged, “Please Bjorn. Please!”
    The Viking needed no more provocation. He dug his fingers into her still-stinging buttocks and lifted her to her knees. She reached between them and positioned his rock-hard member at her opening. A momentary doubt flashed through her mind as she measured his girth in her hand. Her need and his command obliterated her hesitation. He forcefully pulled down her hips and impaled her onto him, filling her to the limit and causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he guided her up and down in a manic dance. His thickness stretched her opening so that her nub was teased with every stroke. He turned over the reins to her, and she used her knees and aching thighs to continue the feverish pace.
    With his hands now free, the Viking yanked her tunic over her head. Her breasts bounced with each stroke. He grabbed them and roughly kneaded the yielding flesh. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other. Kadlin’s attention was torn between the sharp pleasure-pain radiating from her breasts to the aching ecstasy between her legs. She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he sucked harder, causing a white flash of desire to explode in her brain. She moved one hand to the back of his head, grasped his braids and yanked hard. His lips left her breast, and he roared in frustration. She kissed him hard then pressed his face back to her chest, and he slurped in the pink bud again.
    Now, Kadlin’s breathing was frantic, and each exhalation was an audible moan. Her hips moved faster, and Bjorn sucked harder. He removed his hand from her breast and brought it down on her tender behind with a sharp slap. The wave of sensations crashed over her, and Kadlin cried out in release, her body clamping down over Bjorn’s. She squeezed down around him, and felt his wet heat pump into her.
    Spasms rocked her as her focus drifted outward from the place where their bodies met. She slumped against his sweat-slicked chest and nuzzled his neck. He lovingly stroked her back, and she melted under his touch. He pulled her to him then slid his body until he was flat on his back and she was lying against his chest, her legs intertwined with his.
    She was beginning to drift off when he spoke. “I cannot deliver you to the jarl now.”
    “Why? Because we have lain together? You said the jarl would not want me in his bed. He need never know.”
    Bjorn stroked her hair and planted a kiss on her forehead. “No, dear one, I cannot deliver you to the jarl because now you are mine.”
    “Is that so?” she whispered against his chest.
    “It is so. And I am yours.”
    The sound of his voice fell over her like a soft blanket. She would no longer be an unwanted responsibility or an unwelcomed stranger. Her life did not have to be reduced to payment for someone else’s bad decision. In the Viking’s embrace and in his words, she found the promise of a better future. She would belong to him and he would belong to her.
    Kadlin played her fingertips over his body. “And what of your debt?”
    “I will have to tell the jarl that you escaped, and that will make me responsible for your uncle’s debt, as well. I’ll be at least another year in the old man’s service and will have to sail again as he commands. When I return, I can start my life as a free man. You will wait for