relaxed now?”
His mouth trails to my neck once more, and he takes my earlobe between his teeth as he pinches my nipple harder. He licks my neck, tickling me.
Instead of responding, a moan escapes my mouth.
Every nerve in my body is alight. I quiver as his hand slides from my breast, down my stomach, to the buttons of my pants, popping them open.
A sliver of panic tangles with my breathlessness, and my hand instinctively falls to his, stopping him. We’re out in the open and in view of the others by the river.
“Someone will see,” I gasp.
“Let them,” he answers.
My heart beats so fast, I have a hard time focusing on anything but his hand dipping under my pants and underwear.
I barely know this man, and I’m letting him put his hand down my pants. I peer over my shoulder to where the others still stand by the river, not looking this way. In that same moment, Ragnar’s fingers slide deeper, skimming where I’m burning up and so wet. Instantly, I feel pressure building deep in the pit of my stomach.
I’m holding onto his shirt and kissing him again, hiding my groans of desire. Goddess, what am I doing?
He slides a finger up and down my slit, my legs falling wider under the blanket, and he starts swirling in one spot that drives me completely insane with arousal. He moves faster, and my heart beats quicker, my pulse throbbing between my thighs.
“You smell so sweet, so fucking delicious,” he growls against my mouth.
Our gazes meet as he inserts a finger into me.
I flinch in response, not expecting that so suddenly.
“Fuck, Narah, you’re so tight.” His eyes light up with hunger, and he pushes in and out of me with speed, leaving me gasping for air. I’ve never felt this way before, ready to burst into a thousand shards from a touch alone.
He watches me while I moan.
I’m drowning, sensing him every time he slides into me, stretching me. He moves faster now, and I’m lost to him, forgetting where we are.
“I want to taste you,” he tells me. “I want you naked, spread, and to eat you so you will never forget me.”
His words are like a trigger, wrapping around me, and suddenly my core tightens and I shudder, falling apart at the seams. I clench my thighs as an explosion rips through me, but Ragnar never stops plunging his finger into me. His mouth steals my loud moans as I shake against him. I tremble violently as the orgasm claims me, crashing over me in waves. My cries grow wilder, and he takes them, holding me close to him. I don’t want him to ever let me go.
“Narah,” he says as I quiet down. He pulls his finger out of me, and I notice the spotting of blood on the ends of his glistening fingertips. He notices them too.
The grin he flashes me is full of possessiveness, of wickedness, while my cheeks burn up with him seeing I have never been with a man before.
“I’m not sure I can ever let you go now, little fox,” he promises me.
13
Narah
Last night I had a dream of the woods, of shadows circling me. The wind blew ferociously, and blood ran across the forest ground. But my eyes were focused on the dark figure embracing Kaira. There was something beautifully disturbing about how happy she looked. Yet I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my cheeks, stop my chest from feeling like it had split in half, when finally a whisper found me.
Time to wake up, sweet Narah.
My skin crawls each time I remember the dream despite us having already walked most of the morning away from camp, but I can’t get the image out of my head, along with the dread that I’m too late for Kaira. My chest squeezes as I remember Ragnar’s words of the girl he found dead.
It can’t be too late. I will find you, Kaira.
With each step, I put the dream behind me. There’s nothing I can do to help Kaira yet… not until I finish this mission.
Heat burns me up as I think of what I let Ragnar do to me last night, how easily I gave in to him.
I blush just thinking of it while a shot of euphoria zips down my spine. All I can remember is his fingers in my pants, his kisses, the way he quickly brought me to orgasm.
Now, when I glance over to him behind me, fire creeps