Page 23 of Her Rogue Viking
“Do not,” he warned her softly.
“I will not, Viking.”
He dropped a kiss on the top of her damp head before continuing his quest. Her breasts were not large, but filled his hands nicely. Ulfric tested the soft weight, the gently rounded lower curves and the up-tilted nipples, the deep pink of her pebbled buds ringed by the softer hue of her aureole.
He took the tips between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed, though not hard. He had no desire to frighten her yet more, though still she let out a soft squeal.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice was deliberately softened, the question murmured into her ear.
She shook her head.
“Would you like me to hurt you? Perhaps, just a little?”
Now she turned her face to regard him over her wet shoulder. Her gaze was perplexed, as though she could not entirely comprehend the meaning of his question. Ulfric tightened his grip on her nipples, the added pressure so slight as to be almost imperceptible. But it was enough. She blinked, her lips parted… and she whispered, “Yes.”
He smiled and leaned forward to brush her mouth with his. “That is a good choice, little one.”
He squeezed harder and tugged on her swollen buds. They lengthened between his fingers and her head dropped back to rest on the edge of the tub. This had the effect of arching her back to better present her breasts above the surface of the water, and Ulfric took advantage by shifting around to the side of the bath. He cupped her left breast in his hand and lifted the peak up, then took it between his lips.
Fiona jerked and let out another sharp cry, though not of pain, he was certain. Now he circled her right nipple with his fingers as he sucked on her left, pressing the hard tip against the roof of his mouth.
“Oh! Oh, Ulfric… please…”
He relaxed the suction, but scraped his teeth across her sensitive bud, then he held it between his teeth as he flicked the tip with his tongue. Fiona writhed in the water causing small waves to splash over the edges, her soft moans and gasps utterly intoxicating. Ulfric released her left nipple and moved across to treat the other one in similar fashion. His little Celt was squirming in the bathtub, her fingers tunnelling through his hair as she grabbed his head and pressed it to her sensitive breasts.
“Ulfric… Oh, oh, dear Lord…”
He slipped his free hand down her body and cupped her mound briefly before continuing on to stroke between her folds. Her thighs parted for him as far as she was able within the confines of the tub and she lifted her hips. She may protest, though less vociferously now, but her body was on fire for this and he would fan the flames.
“I wish to cleanse your lower body. Can you stand, do you think, if you lean on me?”
“I… I am not certain. Perhaps…”
“Shall we find out?”
He stood and offered her both his hands. She took them, and slowly rose to stand in the water.
“Warm enough now?”
“Yes, Ulfric. Thank you.”
“Rest your hands on my shoulders.” He lowered himself to his knees and started to draw the flannel up first one leg, then the other. Fiona leaned forward to rest her weight on him and he noted that she was holding her left foot off the bottom of the tub. And that the binding was gone. Why had he not spotted that earlier?
“Your bandage?”
“She ordered me to remove it.”
“Then we should replace it at once. I assume it was helping?”
“Yes, very much. Though I suppose it would have needed to be changed once it became wet.”
“Even so, I will say when it is to come off. And now, my little Celt, since my exploration of your body has barely begun, I shall require you to spread your legs wide for me. I fear I must return you to my bed where you will be more comfortable as your ankle will not bear the strain.”
She made no comment, which Ulfric took to be an encouraging sign. He rose to his feet and lifted her from the tub, and was gratified when she looped her hands about his neck and pressed her body against his naked chest.
“You are very beautiful.”
Had he heard her correctly?“I beg your pardon, little Celt.”
