<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter gave her some mischiveous grin back when she asked for the heritage. If this thing continued in the same direction as it started then she would be quicker his wife than she may have ever believed to find a man suiting to her. Internally he called himself crazy for even thinking of marriage, but his soul told him that Alice would be the ideal soulmate to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I make you the heir immediately if you tell me that it would stop you digging your nose into my business to find some dirt. It would be a cheap prize for being declared a honorable gentleman."</span><br/><br/>Peter steadied her with one arm, while he rubbed her front to remove the dirt. But somehow he was most of the time rubbing her breasts, even though they were the cleanest part having been under her tank-top. But they seemed to have some magnetic force to his hand, everytime his hand left them, it was immediately pulled back to them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It doesn't hurt, Alice. My whole body is so beaten up, I don't really feel your hands on my body..."</span><br/><br/>Suddenly he bent his head down and kissed her tenderly, while the water splashed over their bodies. His hand in her back pulled her flush to his body, giving her no chance to escape. When he broke the kiss, his voice had something dreamy.<br/><br/>"If I had known that claiming your ass as mine would lead to this, I probably would have claimed some more of you..."</div>