RAGNAR’S POV

Her fingers gripped my tunic, pulling me down to her like she couldn’t wait another second. Her mouth crashed into mine, all heat and want. She kissed me like she needed to feel everything, like this moment had been burning under her skin for too long.

I kissed her back just as hard, letting everything I’d held back pour into it—frustration, need, desire. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t want to.

I lifted her, and the weight of her felt perfect in my arms. She clung to me, her legs around my waist, her body soft and full against mine. I carried her to the furs, laid her down slowly, taking a breath as I looked at her. Her chest was rising and falling fast, her lips parted, eyes dark and focused on me like I was the only thing she saw.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whispered, running my hand down her side, across the swell of her hip.

She looked away, like she didn’t believe it.

“Don’t,” I said, leaning down to kiss her again, slower this time. “Don’t ever hide from me.”

I touched her everywhere—her waist, her thighs, the curve of her belly. I didn’t rush. I wanted her to feel how much I meant every touch. Her skin was warm under my hands, her body soft and inviting. I loved the way she felt. I wanted to memorize every inch of her.

She gasped when my fingers dipped under her dress. I pushed it up slowly, revealing her inch by inch, watching her eyes as I did. There was a flicker of hesitation, but I leaned down and kissed every part she might’ve once felt shy about.

Her thighs opened for me, and I settled between them, my hands sliding along the inside of her legs. She was already soaked. I touched her gently, feeling her tremble beneath my fingers.

“Ragnar…” she whispered, breathless.

“I’ve got you,” I said.

I undressed her slowly, dragging the fabric off her body. She lay beneath me, bare and flushed, her breasts rising with every breath, her soft stomach rising and falling, her thighs trembling. I couldn’t look away.

She reached for me, pulled me down, needing the connection, the closeness. I kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me like she didn’t want to let go.

I stripped the rest of my clothes off, skin to skin with her, the heat between us impossible to ignore. I positioned myself between her legs and slid my hand between us, teasing her gently, spreading her wetness.

She moaned softly, her body already shaking.

“I want you,” she said, her voice low and desperate. “Now.”

I pushed into her slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hands gripped my arms. She was tight, so warm, and she fit me like we were meant for this.

We moved together, finding a rhythm that felt natural. She gasped every time I sank deeper, her hands dragging down my back. I couldn’t get enough of how she felt, how she looked beneath me. Full, soft, stunning. Her curves moved with every thrust, her breasts bouncing, her thighs framing my hips. I loved every bit of it.

She whispered my name again and again, her voice breaking as she got closer.

“I’m close,” she gasped. “Don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” I said, thrusting harder, deeper. “I’ve got you.”

Her body tightened around me as she came, her cries echoing in the room. I followed, groaning into her neck, holding her tight as we both came down together, skin slick with sweat and hearts pounding in sync.

I stayed inside her, not ready to let go.