Ragnar’s POV
Her scent was driving me insane.
That sweet lavender warmth... mixed with rain and her.
The entirety wrapped around me, sinking into every inch of my skin. I didn't think it was possible for a scene to mark me from the inside out.
My lips found their way to her neck again. It was like they found solace in that soft swell of her skin.
I wanted to leave bruises.
I wanted everyone to see what was mine.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
Not when she was trembling beneath me — all wide eyes and soft little breaths — like she had no idea what she’d just unleashed.
“Ragnar…”
My name on her tongue was a f*****g prayer — breathless and fragile — and it damn near broke me.
She didn’t even know what she was doing to me.
If she did…
She would’ve run.
“Say it again.”
Her fingers cu
