He was so hard behind her, so tense, and every time he spoke his voice seemed to drop another octave. It was killing her, but she couldn't obey him. She couldn't.

"No," she shook her head frantically. "I can't, I can't," and yet she still moaned, still rubbed against him, faster now, getting closer to her release.

"No?" He chuckled in her ear. "You are not in a position to say no to me, fagr skjaldmær min," he warned, and then he pinched her again.

She cried out ...