Free Captured by Melinda Barron Page B

of bliss making her fingers and toes tingle as he continued to pound himself into her. His guttural growl filled the cave as she felt him spill inside her. He let go of her hair and grasped her buttocks, his thumbs pressing against her anus.
    For a moment, she thought he would leave her pussy and slide inside the hole he now massaged. The feelings were intense and, even though she’d never taken anyone that way, she’d welcome him there right now.
    Instead of following through on the promise of taking her there, though, he collapsed on top of her, pushing her down into the soft coverings.
    His weight stole her breath, but it was wasn’t pain she felt. She wanted to stay this way forever, with him still throbbing inside her silky folks, his body heavy upon her, making her feel as if they were one.
    “I’ve hurt you?”
    “No.” How she managed to speak when her chest heaved with exertion was beyond her “That’s the roughest fuck I’ve ever had, and I loved it.”
    He kissed her jaw, then slid his tongue up to her ear when he licked, then bit gently. She wiggled her ass at him, loving his growl of need the movement produced.
    “Your man never claimed you this way where you came from?”
    “I don’t have a man,” she said, turning her head to look back at him. The pure lust in his eyes made her shiver. Was he ever satisfied? Was that the Viking in him, or the fact he’d been alone so long? Not that it bothered her. She’d gladly spend the whole day in bed with him.
    He kissed her shoulder, then moved them both so they were on their sides, her spooned into his warm, hard body.
    “I don’t have a man,” she whispered. “My work has always been my life.”
    “Work. You spoke of this last night. I wish to hear more.”
    She nodded. “I’ll tell you everything about it. But first, I’m hungry.” She inhaled and a scent invaded her nose, making her mouth water and her stomach rumble with need.
    “Is that cinnamon rolls and…coffee?”
    “I asked the witch for this coffee and what would best be served with it. Did she provide the right food?”
    “Oh, she did indeed.” He stood and pulled her up. She rushed to the table and grinned as if she’d just discovered a diamond mine. “Have you tried them?”
    “No, I waited for you.” That thought warmed her through and though. “I thought it was the least I could do, since I—what was the word you used—oh yes, ravished you so many times last night.”
    “I believe it was a mutual ravishment, and it goes well with the one we just added to it.” She reached behind him and picked up a steaming mug of coffee, inhaling the wonderful smell. The brew had been doctored with creamer and she took a tentative sip, then sighed. “French Vanilla, one of my favorites.”
    The coffee warmed her throat as she took a deeper drink before offering the cup to Rugoff. He took it and sniffed as if trying to decide its chemical formula, then took a drink. She saw him wince and she grimaced.
    “Too hot?”
    “I did not expect it to be sweet,” he said, taking another small sip. “It’s delicious.”
    “Be careful and not drink too much. The caffeine has a real kick.”
    He looked confused for a moment, then shrugged. She glanced at the table where she saw ten cups of coffee and an overflowing plate of rolls. She knew from yesterday the food wouldn’t spoil. It would stay warm, or cold, as needed. It was the power, she knew, of the witch. If it was indeed the woman who had banished him here.
    Thinking of the witch made her think about her reason for being here. Maybe they should just ask the witch for a written explanation. She seemed to provide most everything he asked for. Why couldn’t they get her to explain the why and how of things? It would be worth a shot.
    She picked up her own cup of coffee, watching as he drank his heated brew, draining the cup and reaching for anther. “You should slow down on that. The caffeine will make you jittery.”
    He ignored her