Taming His Viking Woman

‘I’ve endured worse,’ she whispered finally.

‘There should never again be any reason for you to suffer an injury in battle.’

Her blue eyes swam. ‘But...all I know how to do is fight.’

‘Learn how to be a woman.’

He gave into temptation and tasted her mouth before she could utter another word. Her lips trembled briefly under his, softened and parted. A sigh emerged from her throat.

Hrolf allowed his mouth one more heartbeat of pleasure and then lifted it. Her eyes were dilated and her lips full.

Ribald jests rang out. Instantly she stiffened and began to scrub her mouth. ‘What was that for?’

‘Your first lesson in being a woman—brides kiss their husbands after the ceremony. Tradition,’ he replied smoothly, seeking to cover his body’s intense reaction to her closeness.

‘Lesson?’ She froze in mid-scrub.

‘I would hardly want anyone else trying my wife’s mouth before me.’

Her cheeks glowed bright pink and her brow lowered. ‘I doubt you will have any cause to be concerned. I’ve managed thus far without a teacher.’

He ran a hand down her back. She jumped like a startled animal. Silently he cursed whoever had made her like this and he was willing to wager that her family had something to do with it. But he’d never been one to shrink from a challenge. He wanted to unlock the passion he’d briefly glimpsed in her eyes the night they first met.

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