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tightens the muscles between my legs. My tongue darts out and licks his skin. As his lips press against mine, my fingers work at the laces of his breeches. They’re still loose and are easy to untie. I push the leather down over his hips. His cock bounces against me. I take it in both of my hands, squeezing as much of the hard shaft as I can.
    “Now? Are ye sure?” he asks against my lips. Even as he speaks, one hand goes up under my tunic and grabs a breast. His fingers massage, working their way to my nipple. Wetness spreads between my thighs as he tweaks the hard nub.
    I pull my tongue from his mouth back into my own. “Gods yes,” I say.
    His hand relinquishes its hold on my breast to slide down my stomach and over the mound of hair at my pelvic bone. A single finger slides between my wet folds, moving slowly up into me until I want to scream with the pleasure of it. But I don’t dare, not knowing there are others out there.
    Somehow the danger makes me even more desperate for him. I realize there is no way I’m going off to fight and possibly die without riding him one more time.
    Giving me a crooked smile, he bends down and bites one of my breasts through my tunic. He sucks hard at it, nibbling the nipple. Even through the fabric, the sensation is enough to make my vision blur. Again and again his finger plunges into my sheath, reaching as deep as he can. I’m panting out a steady rhythm by the time he withdraws his fingers from me.
    Grabbing my hips, he lifts me and braces me against the wall. My legs wrap around him as his cock slides past my wet folds and inside me. I’m so tight I can feel the curves of his cock’s head and each ridge along the length of it. Again I have to bite back against a cry. There is something exciting about having to be quiet.
    All thoughts about others melt away as Grím slides out and back into me. His stroke is long and slow, making it wonderfully clear just how big he is. My muscles tighten around his cock. He throws his head back and moans so softly I almost can’t hear it.
    I press my lips to his ear. “Harder, faster,” I beg him.
    That charming grin spreads wider on his face. Our eyes lock together as he thrusts into me again. He holds my gaze as he pumps again and again. My breath starts to come in ragged gasps. Hands tightening on my butt, he slams into me with a tempo that makes me light headed. Stone bites into my back but I don’t care.
    The head of his cock starts to swell inside me at the same time his eyes begin to glaze over. Just the sight of him taking such pleasure in me sets every nerve in my body on fire. My sheath muscles tighten as he starts to push me over the edge.
    “Now, Grím, now!” I gasp.
    Impossibly, his thrusts become faster, his cock hitting the end of my capacity in a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure. His seed starts to spill into me as my muscles convulse around his cock. I buck against him as he rides it out, thrusting into me several more times after he cums.
    For several long, wonderful moments, we simply embrace, chests heaving together. Lips locking onto mine, Grím shifts his hips and slides out of me. I empty a disappointed sigh into his mouth. Much as I’d love to stay locked together with him though, I know we have to check the ruins.

    After cleaning up, donning our armor and weapons, we creep out across the hill. The moist morning air fills my lungs, clearing away the light-headedness left over from the love-making. I’m reluctant to let go of the sensation even though I know it’s for the best. Crouched low, hand on my sword hilt, I tiptoe across the rocky landscape beside Grím. A stone wall and half a crumbled building stand between us and the closest sign of smoke. Grím points at me, then to his eyes, then to the right side of the wall. He then points to himself, his eyes, and the left side of the wall. Nodding, I start toward the right.
    Three figures lay beneath half a roof, their prone forms circling a smoldering