Chapter 39

Legs caught outside his hips, Dianne was fully exposed when that hungry gaze slid lower. Her slit shined with dampness, sweet slick smeared across her inner thighs… the same damn fluid that had plagued her body since she’d been taken from her cottage.

She tried to cover herself when a trickle leaked from her slit to drip between her cheeks. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”

With a grunt, both her hands were batted aside, wrists caught and pinned. He even shifted his knees to spread her further, to see the little, twitching mouth of her pussy waiting behind soft lower lips.

Pink, pretty, contracting in tight pulses at such direct attention.

Noises beyond the purr were coming from the barbarian, low threatening growls that turned her body against her fear.

On his lowest rumble, a rush of fluid spurted from her cunt, leaving Dianne shocked, embarrassed, and trying to squirm away.

The more she moved, the more the grinning male countered.