Free Blind Allegiance by Violetta Rand Page B

mouth, cradling her breasts in his hands. Her back arched as soul-stealing sensations ravaged her body. Ignoring fear, she began mimicking his movements. If he caressed her face or nibbled her earlobe, she did the same. Her heart fluttered at this new discovery—how she could manipulate his body with the touch of a hand or a playful bite.
    Everything about him delighted her. Bits and pieces of her morals mentally interrupted the pleasure. But those thoughts were lost in the slow demand of his kisses. And their flesh shall become as one. The blessed saints had failed to stop her.
    “Show me . . .” She curled her arms around his neck.
    He growled as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Randvior pinned her to the mattress with one hand and kicked off his boots. Next, he stripped off his weapon belt and breeches. She eyed every glorious inch of him—fascinated by his maleness. Noelle’s obsession faded as her eyes locked on the monstrosity between his legs. She struggled to break free; terrified it would rend her delicate legs apart.
    “Shhhh,” he whispered as he blanketed her.
    With a reassuring nod, he took her mouth. Noelle didn’t love him, but by God, she wanted him. The Viking showered her body with feather-light kisses as she squirmed pleasurably underneath. Years of frustration were beginning to disperse. Even if only for one night, she needed to feel this joy. Make love to me . . . now . . .
    Randvior surged upward, rubbing his sweat-slicked body all over hers. His shaft grazed her stomach, triggering a new wave of excitement. Noelle clung to his hips.
    “Not yet,” he whispered and rolled onto his side. Randvior guided her hand between his legs until something velvety-smooth grazed her fingertips. Instinctively, she locked her hand around it. After whispered instructions, she stroked him.
    Moisture seeped from the tip, making it easier to slide her hand up and down. It felt so good, thick and smooth and hard. A faint pulse thrummed near the tip. She stared unblinking at him, watching his eyes.
    Something made him grimace.
    “Let me go,” he whispered.
    He rolled on top of her and gently spread her legs with his knee, skimming her overly sensitive nipples with his teeth. He licked and sucked until her whole body ached. An arrogant grin split his face as she quaked beneath him.
    He parted the folds of delicate flesh between her legs with one hand, gripping her hip with the other. She sighed helplessly and lifted her head to peek down at him. But pressure started to build deep inside her and Noelle was lost in something indescribable and unknown as she tossed her head side to side. There was both a gentleness and darkness to his possession. And she never guessed fingers could do that! Oh, she remembered women bragging about such things. They hadn’t lied!
    How much longer will he torment my poor body ? Nothing could have prepared her for what he did next.
    The shock of his tongue between her thighs moving in perfect harmony with his agile fingers reminded her of a dance. She whimpered and flailed, and grabbed fistfuls of hair to try and wrench his head away. The sensations he elicited were mind-bending.
    He tethered her wrists together with one hand and pulled them aside. A new sensation heated her insides. Her flesh pulsed around his fingers and tongue similar to a heartbeat.
    “ Randvior . . .” she moaned uncontrollably. Beautiful bursts of colored light flickered around her.
    He slammed his mouth onto hers, flooding her with the taste of her own arousal. This man was surely bound for the fires of Hades. A string of huskily garbled words in that godforsaken language he spoke followed.
    Raising his head, he whispered. “ Min lille dukke , I must . . .” He didn’t finish and she barely managed to nod consent.
    He thrust inside her. Liquid heat spread from her loins to belly, followed by pain. Randvior redistributed his weight and cradled her face so tenderly in his hands that she nearly burst