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tried to keep from following in his father’s path, being sent here to live his life alone, with no hope of ever leaving this cold, lonely place.
    And, after all these years, he was still trying to be a gentleman. “Well, as far as a Viking raider romance novel type goes, you have the look down pat, which, I have to say, is quite thrilling.”
    Venise licked her lower lip. “But, as far as I see, we have two problems. The first being, I’m sorry to say, I’m no virgin for the big bad Viking to tame. The second being that you didn’t exactly raid my village; I raided yours. I think that means I should be the one doing the taking.”
    She poked her finger into his chest, her need rocketing when his hand moved from his crotch to bat her away. It looked as if his rigid cock would burst out of his breeches.
    “So move toward the bed, buster, and prepare to be conquered.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Six

     
    Rugoff took a step back, but Venise kept moving forward, jabbing her finger into his chest. He backed up again and again as she advanced. Rather than making him angry, it made his rod harder, the need to possess her stronger than it had been moments ago.
    “You’re playing with fire.”
    “Maybe I want to get burned.” They were at the edge of the bed now and she put both hands on his chest and pushed. He tumbled back and she straddled him, the tunic rising above her hips and revealing the lush thighs that surrounded her beautiful curls.
    Was it his imagination or did her area have less hair than he remembered women having? Had it been so long since he’d seen a female unclothed that he’d forgotten what they looked like?
    She put her finger under his chin and moved his head so that he was looking up into her face. “You look hungry, but if I’m doing the raiding, then I’m in charge.”
    Her hands wandered to her breasts, moving leisurely up from her hips and cupping them in invitation. Rugoff thought he would die from the need of her. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and slam into her hot wetness. He could smell her arousal, and her hardened nipples showed that her desire was equal to his.
    She licked her lips, then fisted her hands in the material between her breasts. She pulled it, which he knew was an effort to rip the tunic in two. The material didn’t budge, though, and she tried again, once more to no avail.
    “Oh crap! I knew I should have done more workouts in my life.” She lifted up and grasped the tunic, but he pushed away her hands, grabbing the small slit between her breasts and ripping the fabric in two.
    Her breasts bobbed free and his mouth watered. She laughed, the lilting sound making him want to join in with her. Then she moved over him, her breasts dangling just above his mouth. He grasped them together, gently massaging the soft flesh before he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard. The nub seemed to pulse as he worked his tongue over it, taking as much of her into him as he could manage.
    Rugoff lifted his gaze as much as he could without letting go of the sweet morsel. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in obvious ecstasy. Her hips moved in a gentle rhythm as he flicked his tongue over the nipple, abandoned it, and started to savor the other one.
    He had forgotten how soft a woman was, or maybe it was just that he’d never felt a woman as supple as Venise. He continued to suckle her, letting his hands settle on her hips and squeezing gently.
    “So good,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”
    His cock strained against the material that held it hostage; the way he felt right now, though, if she moved just a little, his rod would break through and feast on the wonderful flesh that was just out of its reach.
    Her nipple popped from his mouth as he laid his head back. “Venise. I cannot wait. I implore you, please.”
    The seductive smile on her face made him feel as if she could drive him insane. She slid down his legs and cupped her hand over his straining