The Barbarian's Stolen Bride (Northmen Barbarians 1)

I closed my eyes and moaned at how good those soft touches were, and when I felt him gently grip my chin, I opened my eyes. They widened as I realized how close his face was to mine, at the severely intense expression of desire that covered his masculine features.

Fen leaned in and kissed me hard and possessively. Gone was the soft touch of his lips against mine, and in its place was the fierce, hardened barbarian warrior I knew Fen showed everyone else. He speared his other hand in my hair and pulled on the strands forcefully, tilting my head back, exposing my mouth even more to him. I felt his cock thicken further inside me, and a wave of desire coursed through me at the same time I grew wetter.

He growled out, “I can feel you getting even more soaked for me.” Fen started moving then, back and forth, slow and easy, working his cock into my pussy with a gentleness that told me he didn’t want to cause me even more pain. And with each passing second, that discomfort started to shift and morph into something far more… pleasurable.

The heavy weight of his balls pressed to my ass every time he thrust into me, and the forceful motion of him claiming me had my body being pushed up the furs. I could feel the way he was losing control, his hips swinging against mine harder every time he pushed back into my willing body.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’ve never felt pleasure like this, never knew you could feel so good.” He slammed into me hard, and I gasped and then moaned. “Even in my fantasies of claiming you, I’d never imagined it would feel like this.” Fen thrust himself to the hilt in me, and I felt my eyes widen even more, felt my lips part as I sucked in a startled gasp. My inner muscles were clenching rhythmically around his girth, and there was no way for me to stop the motion, not when the action seemed to pull him in even deeper.

Fen pulled out so the tip was lodged in my body, and only a heartbeat passed before he was shoving back inside me.

I cried out at how good it felt.

He roared in pleasure.

“Fen,” I moaned, and he slammed into me again. “Yes,” I cried out again and again.

It was as if that one word set him off, sent him right over the edge. He went primal on me, his harsh grunts coming faster and louder every time he rolled his hips and thrust back into me.

He moved in and out until our skin was slapping together, the sound erotic and echoing off the high ceiling. And when Fen pulled back and looked at where he was lodged, I moaned at how attractive that was.

He held onto my hips in such a tight, unyielding grip that the pain mixed with my pleasure. Fen thrust in once, twice, and on a powerful third pounding, he buried himself deep inside me and made me take every ounce of his cum.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his body so big and hard above me. He filled me up in the best way, his hot, thick seed covering every inch of me inside. I even felt it start to slip out of me. He pumped so much of his spend inside my pussy that despite his cock buried in my body, the thick jets still found their way out.

He murmured harsh things, his eyes closed, the muscles of his body tense as he found his release. When he finally relaxed and exhaled, his body resting on top of mine, I couldn’t find the strength to protest that I couldn’t breathe. But a second later he was off me, his hand resting on my waist as we both caught our breath.

“If I died and was graced with entrance into Valhalla, I still wouldn’t be as lucky as I am right here with you.”

My heart jerked in my chest at those powerful words.

Our skin was sweaty and damp, beads of salty water covering our exhausted forms.

And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I felt our combined wetness coating my inner thighs as it came out of me in a rush, and I wondered if we’d created a baby tonight. I was surprised at how much that thought pleased me.

“Mmm,” I hummed in contentment, but that turned into a gasp when he slipped his hand between my legs and pushed it into my body, pushing his spend back into me.

“My seed belongs in you.” He pumped his finger into me lazily, slowly, and I sighed, feeling heat and pleasure rising again. “My Prima. Mine,” Fen said huskily, possessively. He pulled his finger from me, lifted his hand so I could see, and licked our combined fluids from the digit. The sight and act was both shocking and arousing, filthy yet pleasing.