The Barbarian's Stolen Bride (Northmen Barbarians 1)

It made me want to give myself to him over and over again.

“It pleases me to no end to hear you say you thought about me all day.” He ran his hands up and down my waist, over the curve of my hips, and then around to grip the mounds of my ass.

Even though he’d done wicked things to me the night before, things so intimate I blushed just thinking about them, having Fen touch me this way when I was fully clothed seemed even more intimate.

“Because you’re all that’s been on my mind for far too long, even before you were mine. You were all I thought about.”

Once more I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt the tightening of his hands on my waist, and a second later he lifted me, sitting my bottom on the cleared space in front of him. I braced my hands slightly behind me, not sure what he planned, but knowing exactly what I wanted him to do. And those images had me feeling unbearably hot.

He slid his hands down my thighs, over my knees, and down my legs to grip my shoes. They were nothing but leather slip-ons, fur-lined and soft on the inside. He pulled those off and let them fall to the ground, and then he ran his finger up the arch of my foot. He then placed my feet on his thighs, the muscles flexing under my toes as he shifted slightly on his seat.

Tingles and gooseflesh popped out along my arms and legs, that small touch seeming so sexual even though it wasn’t.

“I’ve been aching to be near you all day.” He leaned in, his hands moving back up my calves and settling over my knees. “All I’ve been able to picture is you in our furs, my face between your thighs, my mouth lapping up your honey as you come for me.”

I gasped, blood rushing to my face, his words making every erogenous zone come alive.

“And the way you look as you get off,” he murmured as he stared into my eyes and slowly pushed my legs open, a stare of heated concentration. “That image has been running through my mind nonstop.”

My legs were wide enough that I felt exposed despite my dress. Fen kept his focus trained on my eyes as he pushed my dress up, the material lifting and exposing my bare legs. When the dress was now bunched around my waist, I realized I was breathing so hard and fast I felt a little dizzy.

“Easy,” he murmured and held my focus for another second before leaning back slightly and staring between my spread thighs. “Fuck,” he gritted out, and I saw his nostrils flare. “Bare… just for me.”

I knew he wasn’t speaking about the lack of hair that had been removed from my pussy lips during my first night here. He was referring to the fact that I’d gone without undergarments today, the sensitivity of my pussy from my heightened arousal making it almost unbearable to have anything pressed against me.

Fen looked up at me. “Tell me you went bare because of me.” His voice was so deep and rough that I exhaled slowly because of it.

I licked my lips and curled my hands around the edge of the table to brace myself even more. “Yes,” I whispered.

His hands were still on my knees, and he clenched his fingers around them marginally. “Tell me more. Tell me why.”

Gods, I was so dizzy from need, but I wanted him to know why I’d gone without anything down there. “Because I’ve been so aroused thinking about you and what we did last night, having material pressed to…” I was shy in saying these words out loud.

“Tell me,” he growled. “Say it.”

I felt more wetness spill from between my thighs at his harsh command. “Pussy.” My face felt on fire after I said that very crude yet arousing word.

Fen made another deep sound and slid his hands up and down my exposed thighs. “Has my wife been needy of her male?”

I moaned and nodded, and with a little pressure from his hands on my waist, I leaned back slightly, resting my upper body on the smooth tabletop.

“Do you want me to ease that ache for you?” Fen’s voice was so low it didn’t even sound like him.

I nodded again.

“Ask me for it; ask your husband to make you feel good.” He was staring between my legs, this transfixed, almost drugged expression on his face. “You’re so wet, so pink and swollen,” he murmured. He had his hands on my inner thighs now, his big, long fingers framing my pussy. “Look at all that honey for me.” He snapped his eyes up to mine. “Ask me for it.” He leaned forward and bared his teeth. “Beg me, my Prima.” Gods, he was snarling now, like those feral wolves in the woods just outside the kingdom walls.