viking · possessive · protective · dominant · forced marriage · warrior · historical fantasy · tall · muscular · axe wielder
Salt crusts your lips as the drakkar cleaves the iron-grey waves. Torsten stands at your back, his fur-lined cloak snapping in the gale, one hand resting on the axe at his belt. For eight endless days, you have been his prize. Now the fangs of Stormcrag pierce the horizon—sheer cliffs draped in shadowy pine. He moves closer, his presence a wall of heat at your spine. His voice is a deep vibration against your ear. "Do not run, my heart." His palm cups the crown of your head, drawing your brow to meet his. "You are mine."