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And the way he’s looking at me right now tells me he’s going to prove it to me again and again and again until I understandexactlywhat that means.
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RAGNAR
She is divine.
My mate—my fenvarra, my perfect Elena. I have worshiped at her altar for hours, and yet, I have no desire to stop. My hunger for her is endless, insatiable, primal. She has surrendered completely to my touch, my mouth, my hands…to me.
Elena no longer speaks. She doesn’t need to.
Her body talks for her: back arching, hips rolling, limbs shuddering as she grinds down against my mouth. Her fingers curl around my antlers to brace herself, searching for control she no longer possesses.
She is wild, unrestrained, undone.
I did this to her.
And that knowledge only makes me harder, hungrier.
She gasps, her thighs tightening around my head, and I groan as I devour her—tongue pressing deep, lips closing around the swollen bundle of nerves at her center, licking, sucking, feasting. Above me, she whimpers, a high, breathless sound of surrender, and I feel her fall apart again.
I’ve lost count of the number of times she has come…sobbing my name, her ability to speak collapsing into nothing but helpless babbling.
Gods, I could stay here forever.
But she has asked me to fill her, to fuck her, and I intend on fucking herwellbefore the next day dawns.
She is trembling above me, her body soft and pliant, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I press slow, soothing kisses to her inner thighs. My hands slide up, caressing her skin, guiding her.
She is ready.
“Come here, fenvarra,” I murmur against her skin, wrapping my arms around her waist. She lets out a shuddering breath, and I barely see her hair sway above me as she nods, still gripping my antlers for support. Gently, I slide my hands down to her hips and lift, finding her weightless in my arms as I pull her downwards.
Her hands press against my chest and she sighs—a deep, blissful sound of surrender—when she feels my cock press at her entrance. It reminds me of how I’ve ached for her, how I have struggled through doing my duty to her even as I reveled in it. Her wet core brushes against me, clenching, kissing at the head of my cock, and we groan together.
Gods of Kanin…preserve me.
My breath shudders out of me as I cup her cheek, guiding her lips to mine. I kiss her slow, tender, deep, because this moment is everything.
“I am here,” I whisper against her lips. “I am yours, Elena.”
She rests her forehead against mine, reaching up to tangle her fingers in my hair as she slides her cunt along my length. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she breathes.
I hum low in my throat. “Do you still wish for this?”
She nods, opening her deep brown eyes to meet mine. “Yes.Please.”
I grip her hips, steadying her,revelingin her.
And then, slowly, carefully, I guide her entrance to my cock…and I slide her down my length.
Elena’s breath hitches as she takes me in, inch by inch, swallowing every ridge with a gasp. The feeling of her wrapping around me almost undoes me, and I grit my teeth as I watch the rapture play out across her face.
Gods, I will never deserve this. I was blessed to find this female.
She lets out a broken, breathless moan, tilting her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I groan, my control fraying, teeth clenched as sheer need floods through me.
“Ragnar…”
