Chapter 17

RAGNAR

The moment her lips met mine, the world around me ceased to exist.

"Damn! Her lips taste delicious. Like something from the ordinary."

I could feel the tension in her body, the subtle tremble in her kiss, as if she wasn’t sure whether to resist or surrender.

As if she wasn't sure if what she was doing made sense. Who would have thought she'd kiss me? It was the last thing I expected her to do and she took me by surprise.

I let her kiss me for a good measure, letting the heat between us build like a slow-burning fire.

Her lips were soft and hesitant at first, more of like exploring me, but I gave her no time for that. My tongue skipped between her lips as I pushed past the initial barrier and plucked into her mouth.

She didn’t pull away; instead, she melted into me. She tasted of cherry and jasmine—sweet, intoxicating, like something I could crave endlessly and never get enough of. The flavor had me wanting for more.

She tasted more of summer rain and wildflowers, warm and heady. I savored every second, every inch of her mouth like it was my last meal.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping against hers, exploring, tasting every inch. The way she moaned, a soft, breathy sound that shivered down my spine was everything I needed to know.

She wanted this as much as I did. She wanted me to take control.

My hands roamed down, slipping beneath her blouse with a confidence born from years of command. Her breasts were soft and warm, but firm and ripe under my fingers.

My fingertips grazed the heated skin of her breasts. They were soft and warm but firm and ripe under my palms, the peaks already hardening beneath my touch.

I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, slow and deliberate, teasing the hardened peaks until I heard that delicious moan spill from her throat.

I savored how her breath hitched, how her back arched against me.

She didn’t stop me. No, she leaned in, pressing closer, as if daring me to take more. And I was more than willing because she wasn’t shy, and that made me want to take things further.

I could feel her body pressing in closer, as if she couldn't wait for me to make my decision, her hands threading through my hair as if claiming me.

She was becoming a moaning mess in my arms, helpless to resist the way I toyed with her. The control was delicious.

But then I paused, pulled back just enough to make her eyes snap open and see the glint of need in her wide blue eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” she panted, voice trembling. Her sweet voice was a mix of frustration and lust, her big blue eyes shimmering with raw desire.

I grinned darkly, knowing exactly how she looked, vulnerable, needy, and completely at my mercy.

“Because I want to know if you want more,” I said, voice low, thick with promise.

And then I leaned in further and brushed my lips on hers. “Do you want me to touch you somewhere else?” I asked, voice low and rough with promise.

Her nod was immediate and desperate. She continued nodding, biting her bottom lip in that way that wanted me to claim her on the spot.

"Damn, she looked so damn cute like that—those big eyes wide and pleading, lips parted in a silent invitation."

And at that moment, I felt a hunger surge in me, something primal and fierce.

Slowly, deliberately, I shifted my weight to the side, gently parting her legs. My hand slipped under her skirt, sliding down her thigh, slow and teasing, until I reached the wet heat waiting for me beneath her skirt.

She was soaked, glistening, and aching for me.

I circled her clit with gentle strokes, starting slow to drive her wild, feeling her body tense and writhe against me.

"Aren't you a filthy whore? Look at how your body responds to my touch like a live wire." I whispered in her ears, my breath hit against her skin.

Her back arched, her breath hitched as she whimpered to my question. I traced lazy circles that had her moaning softly, urging me on.

Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself over to the pleasure I was weaving.

I brought my mouth to her breast, sucking and flicking my tongue over her nipple. She cried out, clutching at me, the need in her eyes raw and unfiltered.

Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against my hand, begging for more.

I pressed harder, sliding a second finger inside her slick heat, curling them in a slow rhythm that sent shivers straight to my cock.

She was mine, utterly and completely, lost in the moment.

My other hand found her breast again, fingers rolling and squeezing as my lips descended to her nipple.

I flicked my tongue over the hard bud, sucking gently as she gasped and clutched at my shoulders. Her body was trembling, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

“You’re close,” I whispered, nipping her skin with my teeth.

“Please… faster…” she begged, voice thick with need.

I didn’t slow down. I drove my fingers in faster circles, flicking her clit with relentless precision, and she moaned louder, her back arching off the bed as she teetered on the edge.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer with quickening breaths, loving the way she trembled beneath me.

Just as I could feel her about to shatter beneath my touch, I pulled my fingers free, leaving her panting and cursing me out.

“Ragnar! You bastard!” she shouted, cheeks flushed with frustration and heat.

I sat back, watching the mix of anger and desire in her eyes, loving the fire she held even in defeat.

“This,” I said slowly, voice dripping with dark promise, still amused by her fire, “is just a taste." I told her voice deep and teasing.

"One of many things you’ll get if you become my personal stripper.”

Her breath hitched as she blinked up at me confused. “Stripper?” she echoed, half laughing, half incredulous.

“You still want me to be your stripper?”

I grinned, stepping away from the bed. “More than that. My personal stripper. Private shows, late nights, and trust me, I’ve got a few more surprises for you."

"Seriously?" She asked incredibly.

I stood and crossed to the door, pausing before I left to look back at her. “Think about it,” I said, that devilish grin stretching across my face. “You’ll get a lot more than just that.”

I opened the door and glanced back. “But don’t take too long.”

The door clicked shut behind me and I already heard her cursing my name in a fiery tirade as if bounced off the wall.

“You’re a devil!” she yelled, voice loud and wild.

I smiled, letting the sound of her frustration wash over me like a drug.

"Good! That fire was exactly what I wanted. It was intoxicating. And I was going to enjoy every moment of stoking it. I was going to enjoy watching it burn."