Valkyrie
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the room.
My body felt heavy yet pleasantly sated, every muscle humming with the remnants of last night’s passion.
I stretched, the ache a reminder of the intimacy I’d shared with Ragnor—the wild, unrestrained fire that had consumed us both.
Yet, as I rolled onto my side, the warmth of his body no longer beside me, a strange emptiness settled in my chest.
I sighed, pressing a hand against my belly, feeling the fullness that remained, both physical and emotional. It was supposed to be perfect, wasn’t it?
For the first time in my life, I’d let someone in—not just physically but emotionally too.
But why did it feel like something was missing?
The memories of last night replayed
