Wolf stretched his arm out, practically shoving the shirt in his wife’s face, not wanting her to get too close, not trusting what he might do.
“There are things I must see to,” he said, wondering if he was reminding himself and not his wife.
“Aye, there is something imperative you must see to.” She pushed his arm aside, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dropped down on the bed, bringing him down on top of her. “Me. You need to see to me.” She kissed him gently, then settled her lips near his ear and whispered, “I ache for you.”
He muttered something beneath his breath and Raven smiled, familiar with the foreign word Northmen used, though not in front of their women.
“Make haste, husband,” she said and wrapped her legs around him.
And he did what he had wanted to do ever since entering the room and seeing her standing in nothing more than her shirt, though haste wasn’t on his mind.
“I want you naked,” he said, his hands going to her shirt and pushing it up, and she obliged yanking it over her head and tossing it aside.
“You as well,” she urged and dropped her legs off him to free him to do just that.
Wolf was fast, his shaft having grown too hard too fast. He leaned over her, letting his manhood linger teasingly between her legs while he rolled his tongue over one of her nipples then teased it with sharp, brief nips.
“Not fair,” she said on a groan. “This was to be fast.”
“I want more,” he said and poked at her entrance with his manhood as he rose up over her, his muscled arms straight and taut at her sides as he hovered over her. He dropped his head not to steal a kiss but to invade her mouth with a passion that stole her breath.
Her mouth ached with pleasure, her nipples as well. Passion fired hot in her and she spread her legs in invitation. All she wanted was for him to plunge into her and make her scream with pleasure.
“Stop tormenting me,” she warned, grabbing his forearms. “I was more than ready for you before you entered the room. Now see it done.”
“Is that an order, wife?” he asked on a chuckle.
“It’s a threat,” she warned and locked her legs around him, his shaft slipping slightly into her. Feeling him there, knowing the pleasure that awaited, she met his dark eyes. “I need to feel you inside me.”
It was the need in her gorgeous blue eyes he saw and the plea in her voice that he heard that had him enter her swiftly. Her groans of passion had him sinking deeper and deeper into her and he could feel her pleasure grow along with his. Her grip grew tighter on his arms as she thrust up against him and her moans grew as well.
She was as close as he was and he urged her on, wanting to join with her at that very moment when passion burst with a fury and pleasure rained down on them. He felt her body arch, her thrust filled with strength and he matched it slamming against her and they exploded together, both their roars ringing throughout the longhouse.
He collapsed on top of her after every last bit of pleasure drained away and her arms went around him, hugging him tight.
“You are the best husband,” she said and kissed his cheek repeatedly.
He raised his head and she kissed his cheeks, his brow, and his bearded chin. “I’m glad I please you, wife.”
“And you will please me often, right?” she asked and waited for him to answer as if it was the most important question she ever asked.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “As often as you like and then some.”
She grinned with glee and hugged him tighter.
“I have duties to see to,” he reminded.
“Since you saw to your most important duty, you can now go and see to the others,” she commanded reluctantly and released him, her arms dropping to her sides.
Wolf bolted off the bed and reached down to yank her up into his arms. “Be careful, wife, my commands will want more from you.”
She kissed his cheek. “I’m counting on it.”
He released her hastily and stepped away from her. “Those words will echo in my head all day.”
“Then be sure to do something about them. Now show me how to wear these garments.”
Raven paid attention to how he wrapped the furs around her, from her shoulders to her legs and was impressed with the warmth that embraced her by the time he was done.
“It feels good,” she said.
Wolf looked her over and smiled. “It looks natural on you and I’m proud to have you wear the garments of a Northman warrior.”
Again he touched her heart, taking pride in her, something she never would have expected from him, but then he was nothing like the man she had assumed he would be.