Brant sheathed his cock inside of her, eliciting a moan that simultaneously escaped their lips.
Within mere moments of locking eyes onto Gyda, he was overcome with an intense wave of visceral desire. He had torn through the barrage of Eadric's men defending their homes- and separating him from his childhood love. Brant had ignored the chaos ensuing inside the Jarl's longhouse. He did not see the scuffle of men slashing swords around him. His ears were deaf to the shrieks of women and children echoing off the walls. All he saw was her.
Now as he dug himself deeper inside her with each thrust, he was declaring to her, to any onlookers, and especially to the pale corpse of her late husband lying a few feet away- that Gyda was his.
He slid his blood stained hand from where he had firmly gripped her plump ass and placed it intently on her stomach. A tiny bulge was just beginning to form- the early signs that she was carrying her lover's sire.
"Mine."
"You were always mine."
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Blood & Fire
Historical FictionWhen Meryna's Scottish village is invaded and pillaged by ruthless Vikings her stunning beauty is the gift and the curse that spares her life. She is taken hostage as a war prize, leaving her ransacked village and the only life she has ever known be...
