Valhalla Virus by Nick Harrow (best management books of all time TXT) 📕

he’d been in for the past years, she’d suffered worse. Gunnar hadn’t given her the chance to work through her pain.

“I didn’t think,” he said, brushing the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. “I was an idiot. I should have come to you so we could make the decision together. I swear to you, I won’t do that again.”

Rayleigh curled up against him and held his face in her hands. She leaned forward to gently kiss him. “Thank you. Now I can stop thinking of ways to kill you in your sleep.”

She giggled as Gunnar pulled her closer, their faces a breath apart. His tongue darted over her full lips, a teasing flame that breathed life into the first sparks of lust between them.

Her breath caught, and she sucked on the tip of his tongue, pulling it between her teeth to nip at him. Their arms wrapped around one another, pulling their bodies tight. Ray’s heart pounded against Gunnar’s chest, like the fluttering wings of a trapped bird.

Gunnar wanted her right then, hard and savage. The urge to strip the furs away from her skin and plunge into her depths burned in him like the scorching twin of the berserk fury that had gripped him earlier. He kissed her more deeply, hungry to taste every part of her.

Ray pushed one hand against his chest and pulled her head back. She pushed his legs together and straddled him, her hands behind his head, her face inches away from his. The hide vest struggled to contain the heaving mounds of her breasts, and they brushed against Gunnar’s chest with every breath. “Easy, tiger,” she whispered. “I’m a fragile flower. Don’t bruise the petals.”

The bodyguard grabbed her plump hips and pulled her closer to him, his breath ragged and strained with desire. “I’m not sure that can be helped, but I’ll go easy on you.”

“We’ll see,” she raised herself onto her knees and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I bet I can make you lose control. Just. Like. That.”

She bit off the last three words with sharp snaps of her teeth and punctuated the promise by swirling her tongue along the outer edge of his ear. Her breath, hot with promise against his neck, inflamed Gunnar. When she dragged the tips of her nails down his chest, tracing circles around his nipples with their dagger-sharp points, he stiffened against her. Ray chuckled, her voice smoky and dangerous in the darkness, and slid her hands down to Gunnar’s stomach.

His skin tightened at her touch, and he yearned to explore her with his fingers. He let his hands roam over her fur-clad body, stroking the small of her back through the threads, squeezing the firm swell of her ass, then coming around to her thighs, the smooth curves of her ribs, and up to the heavy weight of her soft breasts.

Ray shrugged out of furs, exposing thin strips of Ray’s skin to Gunnar’s hands. The thick buds of her nipples sprang to life under his palms, hot and swollen. The pink light from her forehead grew more intense, coating them both in its blush radiance. Her pupils were wide and dark, sparks of light dancing in their depths as Gunnar’s thumbs teased her taut flesh.

A chilly wind gusted across Ray’s back, making her shiver in Gunnar’s grasp. She leaned against him, eager for his warmth, her greedy hands fumbling with his pants, searching for the shaft she wanted buried deep inside her. Her breath escaped in a surprised little moan when she untied the knot at his waist and felt his thick length spring free of the coarse clothing. Ray curled both hands around him, squeezing his thick length and rubbing an index finger against the throbbing tip. The sparks in her eyes grew brighter, paler, and the pink light from her dot shifted to gold, then velvety purple, before settling into a swirling melange of all three colors.

“Ray?” Gunnar asked.

“I’m here,” she whispered back, and kissed him, flattening her tongue against his, shuddering as his hands squeezed her breasts. “We’re all here.”

Mimi spoke the first word, then Bridget, and Ray again. Mimi’s steady hands peeled his shirt overhead. Her small, firm tits pressed against his back as she kneaded his shoulders, pushing the tension down to where Ray’s hands gripped him. Bridget’s cold lips pressed against his neck, her breath wintry fresh and bracing. It was impossible for them all to be so close to him. There was no space for their bodies in the cramped confines of their hiding space. But they were still there, as real as Ray’s hungry mouth against his.

Ray slid back from Gunnar and shucked his pants down to his knees. She lowered her head and opened her mouth wide, swallowing him one centimeter at a time. Gunnar’s hands fell to her shoulders, and he groaned. Ray laced her fingers through his, her tongue undulating against Gunnar’s cock as she sucked him deeper into her. When she’d taken as much as she could manage, Ray teased him, grazing his skin with her teeth, her tongue moving in circles in waves that lured him toward the edge of restraint.

Mimi kissed the side of his neck, then clamped her mouth against him, sucking and biting at his flesh. Bridget pulled one of his hands free of Ray and to the swollen lips of her dripping sex. The four of them moaned together, a guttural chorus of desire. The völva moved faster, more urgently, and soon Gunnar had no idea who he was touching or where he was. Their world shrank to a greedy vortex of lust and need. They’d survived another day of madness and craved the wanton abandon of pure, unbridled lust.

More than that, their intimate actions recharged them, filling their spirits with pure life that restored them.

Ray raised her head, strings of glistening spit leading from her lush lips to Gunnar’s throbbing sex. Her tongue lashed across her lips, and her eyes burned with soul-deep hunger.