Page 90 of The Viking in the Vault
“Does it hurt?” I ask, giving her time even when I want to roll her over, to plow her, to give into the heat.
“Feels…you feel so good,” she whispers.
I slide a hand up her spine, coaxing her closer, pressing my lips to her throat. “To be buried inside you is something divine, Elena.”
She moans, fingers gripping my shoulders, and she somehow pushes herself down even more, takes me deeper. I’m left speechless, a ragged groan tearing from my throat as she takes all of me, her walls fluttering, adjusting, clenching tight around me in a way that makes galaxies spin behind my eyelids.
I do not move.
I don’t dare move, for fear of losing control.
“Go slow,” I growl into her ear. “Feel me, mate.”
She nods, her hands tracing circles around my tattoos, and then—with aching slowness—she moves.
Yrsa help me.
I groan as she rocks her hips, lifting just enough before sinking back down, her body gripping me like a vice. She clenches around me when I’m deep inside her again, and she raises herself up so she can see me, her breasts grazing my chest.
“I love how you feel inside me,” she gasps.
A violent shudder rocks through me at her words, and I thrust upward unintentionally. Elena does not react with pain; she hisses out a breath, then makes the most delicious sound I’ve ever heard pass her lips.
She has no idea what she’s doing to me—how close I am to snapping, to breaking, to unleashing every inch of control and taking her the way I have wanted to since the moment I found her in these very tunnels.
I grip her hips, trying to still her, but she moves again…and as if she is reading my mind, she looks down at me and smiles. “Don’t hold back,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “But…I could hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me,” she replies, brushing her thumb over my lips. “I don’t want you to be careful. I don’t want you to be afraid. I amyours…and I want you to fuck me.”
And that…that undoes me.
A deep, guttural growl tears from my chest as I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me in a swift, effortless motion. She gasps her hands flying to my antlers, and then she tilts her head back and moans when I pull back and thrust back in again.
“You want all of me?” My voice is low, rough, shaking with need.
She looks up at me, pulls herself closer, gripping my antlers and wrapping her legs tight around me.
“Yes,” she breathes.
And so I give her all of me. Everything.
I pull back and rock my hips forward, burying myself inside my mate. She keens, arches—I do it again. Again,again…
Her body welcomes me with every stroke, gripping me, drawing me in, and I am certain that I fulfilled my promise—because I said I would make her come until her body pulled me in like I belong inside her, and she does. Elena gasps, her fingers tightening around my antlers, and a shudder rolls through me, primal and sharp.
“Beautiful mate…” I groan, starting to thrust faster, harder. “You take me so well. Your cunt is perfect.”
“Ragnar…”
I groan, lowering my forehead to hers, our lips parting to inhale the other’s breath. My pace turns frantic, desperate. I thrust deep, drag out, make her feel every inch…before pulling back and giving her more. She lets out a pleasured sob against my mouth, rolling her hips to take me even deeper, her legs locked around me.
“This is fated,” I rumble. “Divine…yes…”
She lets out a breathy, choked sound as I graze my teeth against her throat, one hand moving from my antlers to scrape her short fingernails down my back. She hangs on, hand like a claw against me, and I use the new position as an opportunity to slip my hand between us, finding her clit.
She’s getting close again; I can feel it.
