The woman hadn’t said a word throughout their meal, which should have been a relief. She’d been equally silent when he’d brought her here to share a drink. He’d wanted to welcome her, but she’d remained stubborn. Dagr didn’t trust the surly pout of her mouth.“That one’s going to be a handful,” Astrid murmured as the door closed. Her arms encircled his waist from behind, and her palms drifted downward to cup his swelling sex.“She’s a woman,” he said, gripping her hands and slipping them inside his trousers to enjoy the greedy grasp of her long fingers. “She will learn her place.”“I don’t think Birget understands how fortunate she is to be marrying with men such as you or your brother.” Her fingers stroked the length of him, squeezing and tugging until his cock thickened.Dagr let his eyelids drift half-closed, finally beginning to relax after a long day filled with worries over his brother and the preparations for the next day’s journey. This was what he needed from a woman.
