Free Desire's Fury (Viking's Fury Book 2) by Violetta Rand Page A

me, Roald. Give me a cherished memory to carry in my heart forever.”
    He groaned as he covered her body with his, pumping his hips. “You can never take this back, Eva. Never.”
    She locked her hands behind his neck. “I am yours.”
    As he buried himself balls-deep, he took her mouth at the same time, swallowing her little moan. He moved gently at first, but her slick core sucked him in and he couldn’t hold back.
    “ Si navnet mitt,” he said.
    “Roald,” she cried out.
    “ En gang til .”
    “Jarl Roald…” She granted his wish again.
    He wanted her to cry his name all night long. Maybe forever. “This is just the beginning, sweet Eva. By first light, you won’t be able to walk.”

Chapter Fifteen
    S ure hours had passed since she first coupled with Roald, Eva sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Only the braziers provided any light in the room. All the candles had burned out long ago. The throbbing ache between her thighs hadn’t gone away completely. Though the jarl had gifted her with so much pleasure, something as simple as watching him sleep peacefully beside her reignited her desire.
    But desire hadn’t wakened her. Something else had. A dream. The first she’d ever had or at least the first she could remember. She’d spent years begging the gods to bless her with visions, to help connect her to the spirits. A noaidi must enter the netherworld in order to be recognized as a true healer. Otherwise, she remained incomplete.
    For this very reason, her mother had forbidden her to practice her art in the open. Shame had followed Eva wherever she went for not being able to dream.
    She flipped the fur back and quietly slipped off the mattress. Her gown was on the floor and she grabbed it up and dressed. Then she walked to the table and poured herself a cup of mead. What reason existed for this sudden night vision?
    She gazed at the sleeping man in his bed. Stretched out on his side, he looked so fulfilled. And she felt the same, like all the pieces in her soul were finally together. Could lovemaking really change everything? Could a woman find her heart after bedding a man? Never had a man looked at her so fiercely. Roald’s blue eyes were a summer storm as they joined, dark and utterly possessive.
    Did she belong to him now?
    No.
    She belonged to the earth. To her mountains. To her people. Like any other noaidi , this night would serve as one of many memories that added to her experience—that made her a better healer.
    She searched for anything to wrap about her shoulders and found a blanket hanging over the back of Roald’s chair. Satisfied she’d covered herself appropriately, she tested the door again, hoping to find it unlocked. Fortune smiled upon her. She stepped into the short corridor, determined to check on Silvia before she left to go home.
    The great hall was quiet, dozens of men and women sprawled out asleep on the tables, benches, and floor. She walked carefully around them, not wishing to disturb anyone. She’d not give these people a reason to gossip about her. Or give her host a reason to regret inviting her here.
    Reaching Silvia’s chamber, she cracked the door and peeked inside. A smile spread across her face. Silvia and Konal were wrapped in each other’s arms, the sound of light snoring signaling the lady would be fine.
    If Eva’s mother could only see her now. Witness the success of her dedication and faith; see the results of her hard work. Nothing had ever delighted Eva more than knowing a husband and wife were joyously reunited.
    “Live a long and happy life, Lady Silvia,” she said as she closed the door. “May the gods give you many children.”
    “Do you wish the same for yourself?”
    Roald’s husky voice startled her. She turned around to find him naked.
    “Good morn,” she whispered, trying to avoid staring at his manhood, which was very much awake.
    “You left without telling me.”
    “I-I am sorry, Jarl Roald. You were