Page 80 of The Warrior's Innocent Captive

He turned his attention to the other breast. His hands, which had been tracing the length of her spine, drifted down her body to the hem of her dress. Slowly he began to trace the delicate shape of her ankle, up over the curve of her calf and around the soft skin of her thigh.

His fingers skimmed over her undergarments, pressing gently against her core. She bucked off the bed and he almost lost control.

He smiled against her breast. She was so close to completion and he’d barely even touched her. He leaned back on his heels to see his handiwork.

Her expression was dazed, her eyes almost completely black, her nipples glistening from his attentions. He pressed another kiss to her mouth while his hands divested her of her clothes.

He lifted his head as her small hand pressed against his shoulder.

‘Erik...is this...?’

His fingers slipped over her core and her legs parted invitingly. He grinned. Right now, with this woman, was where he belonged.

He nipped at the soft flesh behind her ear. ‘Is this what, love?’

‘This feeling...’ she panted ‘...is it normal?’

His fingers stroked and coaxed, her long low moan his reward.

‘Very normal, my love. It will only get better.’

‘That’s not...that’s not possible.’

He laughed and moved down her body, stopping to pay more attention to her breasts. His body was clamouring now, desperate to be inside her, but this was her first time. He was determined to give her everything. He expected nothing in return and the thought humbled him. She was his, now and for evermore, to love and to please.

He moved lower.

‘Oh, Erik. I don’t think... It’s lovely, but... I...’

Erik ran his tongue over her core once more. He wished he could see her face, to watch as she experienced these waves of pleasure, but for now he was focused entirely on her core. He would bring her to completion and next time, next time he brought her to this point, he would watch as she came apart for him.

His fingers joined his tongue and the noises she made ceased to make sense.

His world narrowed until it was only Linota and the way she was moving. Even his own needs fell away as Linota’s climax began.

She called out his name as her fingers tugged at his hair. He stayed with her, licking and stroking as she bucked beneath him. Even as the contractions tailed off, he continued to lick her, his touch gradually becoming softer as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

When her muscles finally went limp, he kissed the insides of her thighs, trailing his lips to her knees and then leaning back to look at her.

She was slumped on the bed now, an arm thrown over her eyes.

‘That was...’ she began, and then she shook her head. ‘I can’t even describe...’

He stood, adjusting his cockstand as he did so, which was straining against the wool of his braies.

‘It was my pleasure to serve you, Mistress Leofric.’

A faint smile crossed her lips. ‘Thank you, Rik.’

He growled and peeled her dress from her body. ‘I thought we agreed you would never call me Rik.’

‘Ah, yes that’s right,’ she said, a wicked glint in her eyes. ‘We agreed on Rikky, didn’t we?’

‘We absolutely did not,’ he said, placing a gentle bite against her collarbone.

She giggled and he grinned. He loved that sound. He would never grow tired of hearing her laughter.

‘Erik?’ She pushed herself up on to her elbows.

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