Ragnar's POV
Her lips were softer than I ever imagined — warmer too — moulding perfectly against mine.
I had meant to pull away.
I swore to the gods I'd only wanted to test her... to push her...
But the second she let herself melt into me, every ounce of control I'd been holding onto snapped, burned up in ashes, obliterated.
Mine.
The word echoed in my head. It was primal and unrelentingly addictive. Rattling mercilessly through every inch of my body. I hadn't felt like this before.
It was torture that I had been holding back for too damn long.
Too many nights of watching her from the shadows. Endless pretending I didn't want to taste her... pretending I didn't ache in my bones every time Fiona walked past without even knowing what she was doing to me.
My hands subconsciously foun
