Free Viking's Desire: Sexy-Romance Novel: A Viking Love Story by Catherine Sharp Page B

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    Eriik had been talking to Bjorn about Lillian that very day, about his position as Jarl and his feelings for Lillian. 
    “I love her.  That’s the way of it.  But does she love me back and even if she does, can I make it legal between her and I, being the Jarl?”
    “Brother, I would say you can do any damn thing ya want, being the Jarl,” he laughed and slapped Eriik on the back.
    “I’m expected to join with a woman to expand our land and our coffers, yes?  Political dung as it is.”
    “Is that what you really want to do, brother?”
    “I just told you it is not!”
    “Then pray to Odin, grow some balls, and join with the woman you love,” he rode away yelling back, “but tonight we drink!”
    Eriik laughed , thinking that was a fine idea.
    Before he left for the tavern, he pulled Renouf aside, “Listen my friend, do me a good turn my man.”
    “Anything my lord.”
    “Do some snooping around and see if I were to join with Lady Lillian if she would be accepted as my wife.”
    “Oh lord, congratulations.”
    “Not a word to anyone, I’m depending on your discretion.”
    “Yes, yes my lord, you can count on me.”
    Eriik certainly hoped so, and went on his way to drink his problems away that evening.  Unusual for him though, he went inside first and informed Lillian of his plans.  “What has become of me, he thought, and chided himself for becoming so domestic.”
    I n so many ways though, it felt good and he was hopeful the people would welcome Lillian with open arms.  He certainly had.  Really, he had fallen in love with her the first time he had spotted her with her long, flowing hair in the tower.  It was fated by the gods, he was sure of it. 
    At the tavern, he was in his cups and happy to be with friends and neighbors, but anxious to go home and lay atop his beautiful Lillian.  Odin, could he ever get enough of her?  He was beginning to think the answer to that question was no.  All the other women in his life lost their appeal soon after the coupling was over.  He guessed that was the difference between loving and lusting.  Lusting and sex was nice but making love with your love was another thing entirely.  It must be blessed by the gods themselves.  As he was thinking of loving and coupling his steps became faster and his cock became thicker.  “That damn thing has a mind of its own,” he thought.  And its mind is always on Lillian. 
    He raced for home and up the stairs to find Lillian sitting up in bed waiting for him.  The loveliest sight he could imagine.  He was in his cups, yes , but nothing would prevent him from making love to her tonight.  He dropped every bit of clothing right there on the floor and noticed her smile as she lowered her lashes.  He had a notion that she liked his body and it made him even harder.  His cock was full and heavy and reached for his navel.  He walked to her side of the bed and gently opened her nightclothes and put them aside.  There could be no one comelier.  He intended to make this last.  The liquor was already wearing off and his rioting lust was taking over.  He swept a lock of hair off her face as he bent down to take her lips in a demanding kiss and her tongue entwined with his.  The play of their tongues made him want to take her right then, but he took a deep breath and controlled himself just as he did in battle when the enemy tried to provoke him to attack before it was time.  She wasn’t helping either as she writhed upon the bed and spread her legs for him, but he was determined.  He had plans for the lovely Lillian tonight.  He broke loose from her tasty lips and traveled down to her inviting breasts to give them the attention they deserved.  She grabbed his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist, placing her just at the right place for his pulsating cock to enter her, and it was difficult to wait, especially when he felt her moisture.  But he just let his manhood twitch and tease her womanhood