Romance About Vikings Novels & Stories

I moan, rubbing against his body. He moves out from underneath my shirt to kiss my mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside. And my body yearns for him more. I jerk at his tunic until it's off his broad shoulders. "Yer turn." He takes my shirt off and my nipples harden just from his gaze. Lust ripples through me and my stomach tightens. "I've always had fantasies about Vikings ravishing me," I say in a hushed whisper. "Aye." He smiles. "We know how to please our women."