Page 68 of The Viking in the Vault
And then Ragnar lifts me into his arms, striding toward the bedroom...my fenvarra doing as I ask.
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RAGNAR
Ihave been so desperate for her, and now that I’ve tasted her…I want all of her, all the time.
Elena clings to me as I carry her to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us so we aren’t disturbed by Fenrik. Elena kisses a trail up my throat, her arms wrapped around my neck, and she lets out a little noise of protest when I separate from her to put her down on the bed.
“Ragnar—” she starts.
I kneel between her thighs, smoothing my hands over them. I’m so aroused that I need to restrain myself if I don’t want to go too far; my cock is aching to be inside her, to fuck her and claim her.
“You asked me not to give you my cock tonight, fenvarra,” I growl. “But…what do you want? I am yours, fully and completely.”
Elena’s breath hitches, her pupils dark and wide as she stares down at me. My hands flex on her thighs, savoring the heat of her skin beneath my palms, but I stay still, waiting. Letting her decide.
She swallows, her fingers tightening where they rest against my shoulders. “I…” She hesitates, then exhales shakily. “I want to touch you.”
I let out a low, pleased rumble, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. “Then touch me, fenvarra.”
Her hands trail down, tentative at first, fingers gliding over my shoulders, tracing the ridges of muscle along my arms. I stay still as she explores me, letting her set the pace. But the way she looks at me—like I am something precious, something wanted—makes my breath grow unsteady.
She drags her hands down my chest, over my stomach, her fingers lightly grazing the waistband of my sweatpants. My cock throbs at the teasing brush, a sharp pulse of need, but I hold myself still.
Elena bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. “Can I…?”
I groan. “Anything you want.”
Her hands slide under the waistband, her touch slow, careful. She wraps her fingers around me, and my whole body jerks in response, a guttural growl spilling from my throat.
Elena stills. “Was that…okay?”
I grip her thighs, panting. “More than okay.” I lower my forehead to hers, shaking. “You undo me.”
A small, delighted laugh escapes her, and then—gods help me—she moves. Her hand strokes down my length, tentative, exploring, and I swear I could come undone just from this—just from her.
I exhale sharply, my fingers tangling in her hair. “You learn fast, mate.”
She grins, bolder now, gripping me now, her fingers barely able to wrap around my girth. “I like learning.”
I groan, my grip on her tightening. “Then study me as long as you wish.”
She starts to stroke up and down, her eyes locked on me as I take sharp, unsteady breaths. Her free hand comes up to grasp my antler, her lips parted. “You feel good,” she whispers.
“You have no idea,” I groan.
“Will you…” she pauses like she can’t get the words out, though her hand keeps moving at that agonizing pace. “...will you stand up? I want to return the favor.”
It takes me a moment to catch her meaning, and then I’m scrambling to my feet, Elena’s eyes raised to mine before she looks straight ahead—at where my hard cock tents my pants. Licking her lips, she curls her fingers in the waistband of my pants, then pulls them down to free me.
I moan when her tongue flicks out to taste me…as she kisses the tip of my cock.
I curse, my hands shooting to her shoulders, not to push her away—but to steady myself. My whole body shakes at the first soft, teasing press of her lips, and when she does it again, my head tips back, a growl escaping me.
“Elena,” I rasp, warning, because if she keeps this up, I don’t know how long my restraint will last.
She hums in response, the vibration traveling straight through me, and I jerk, barely suppressing a groan as she drags her tongue along the head of my cock. She’s tentative at first, tracing me, learning my shape, and then—gods help me—she savors me, her mouth warm and wet as she takes me between her lips.
