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That wrecks her. Her head tips back. Her mouth parts on a moan. I say a prayer of thanks that I didn’t trip over those two words.

I bend her ankle, slowly tracing the line of her leg, up and up, until my fingers catch the hem of her skirt.

“You’re b-beautiful,” I murmur as I push the fabric higher. “S-sexy. C-caring. Intelligent.” She squirms as my fingers trace the back of her kneecap. “A-and you’re m-mine to touch. F-for tonight. Understand?”

She nods. Her eyes are glassy, lips trembling—but not from fear. From surrender.

From trust.

I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. She trembles, but she obeys.

I drag her dress up her body inch by inch, revealing her slowly, reverently, until the silk pools around her waist. She’s wearing the tiniest pair of black lace panties I’ve ever seen and I grind my erection into her mattress before I can stop myself.

Sadie starts to sit up, like she wants to help, wants to do something, anything.

“No.”

She freezes.

“I s-said let me.”

She swallows, lying back down, arms trembling where they rest above her. Her fingers curl into the slats of her headboard this time. I swallow my groan at the sight of her.

We’re kissing again, deeper now. More urgency, more need. Her fingers fumble for my belt and I shake my head, moving them back above hers. It takes seconds to slip my belt free and push my slacks and briefs down.

“L-lift your hips,”. I say, and she does, letting me to tug her panties the rest of the way off. “ Fokk , Sadie.” my eyes are glued to the glistening pink of her pussy.

“Please, Ragnar.” It takes effort to drag my gaze from her perfect cunt, but I’m grateful I do. Her head thrashes against her pillows, dark curls spilling like an oil slick. “Please.”

“P-please what, Saet stelpa ?”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and no, that’s my job. I stamp my mouth over hers, sucking the taste of her into my soul. She moans into my mouth, arching her hips and our legs brush together.

“ Fokk ,” I hiss.

“You’re—uh—kind of big,” she whispers, eyes darting to my dick.

I grin. “You s-saying that l-l-like it’s a-a problem?”

“No,” she says, breath catching as she meets my eyes. “Definitely not.”

I drag my hand over the folds of her center. She’s dripping over my fingers, wetter than I imagined possible. Wet enough to take me. Thank fokk . Her hips arch again, and I find her clit, circling once, twice, before pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.

The sound she makes is a strangled moan mixed with a gasp. More moisture coats my hand.

I push her hair back, eyes dragging down her body. “You’re p-perfect.”

Her cheeks flush and she bites her lip again—always biting that damn lip.

I run my palms up her thighs, slow and steady, watching her shiver. Her underwear’s on the floor, discarded without ceremony after I peeled it down her legs and made her gasp with the first press of my fingers. I haven’t made her come yet. I want to wreck her. I need to.

Thoroughly.

Irrevocably.

Completely.

One night. But she’s going to think of me when she comes for the rest of eternity. I guarantee it.

I settle between her legs and glance up. My shoulders are wider than her hips and I lift one of her thighs over my shoulder, making room for myself while keeping her as comfortable as my size allows. “Okay?”

She breathes it out. “Yes.”

Her voice is hoarse. Wrecked already.

I place a kiss just above her knee. “If you w-want me to s-s-stop, you say it.”

She nods, but I shake my head.

“No, Sadie. S-say it.”

“If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

That earns me the tiniest whimper.

I press a kiss to her pubic bone. She’s shaved bare and her skin is slick and smooth under my lips. She shifts her hips and I smile into her skin.

“You d-don’t h-have to stay still,” I say as I kiss the crease of her thigh. “B-but you don’t guide. You d-don’t help. You just feel. Let g-go. Let m-me do this for you.”

She nods again, breath catching. Her thighs try to close when I blow gently across her slick folds, but I hold her open with my hands, spreading her for me.

“So beautiful,” I murmur. “All of you. Every inch.”

And then I lower my mouth to her.

She jerks the moment my tongue touches her. I groan softly into her, loving how responsive she is—how honest. Her taste is dizzying. Hot and clean and hers. She moans when I flick gently over her clit, then again when I seal my mouth around it and suck.

“Ragnar—” It’s a whisper, a warning, a plea.

“I’ve got you,” I say against her. “You’re safe.”

She lets out a shattered sound, and her legs tremble against my shoulders.

I work her slowly at first. Licking broad, deliberate strokes up her slit, taking my time to learn her.

Every gasp, every twitch, every breath is a new note I memorize.

I slide one hand under her ass to tilt her closer to my mouth and add pressure.

My other hand slides up her belly, splayed across her skin to keep her grounded.

I need a third hand. I want my fingers inside her.

I want her to break them when she comes.

She’s unraveling. Her whole body vibrating. She tries to clamp her thighs around me and I growl softly, nudging her open again.

“You take this,” I murmur between licks, sucks. “You take every bit of what I give you.”

“Please—please—”

“You want to come?”

She nods frantically.

“Say it.”

“I—I want—please, Ragnar, please. I want to come.”

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

I focus on her clit, sucking just hard enough, tongue relentless.

I move my hand from her belly, stroking the soft folds of her cunt before sliding two fingers deep.

It’s a sudden intrusion, one with no warning, and she gasps as I curl my fingers, searching for that elusive spot.

She’s trembling under me and I’m ravenous. Moaning into her cunt until she breaks.

She comes with a cry that turns into a sob, arching off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets as her thighs shake around my head. I don’t stop. I work her through it, slow it down only when she whimpers and tries to twist away from the pressure.

Only then do I ease off, pressing one last kiss to the inside of her thigh, reverent.

She’s limp, chest heaving, eyes glassy with something close to disbelief.

“Still with me?” I ask, voice rough.

She nods, dazed. “Yes,” she whispers. “Holy shit, yes.”

I chuckle low and press a kiss to her hip as I start crawling up the bed.

“Good,” I murmur. “Because I’m n-not done with you yet.”

Upstairs, a door opens and we both freeze. Footsteps. The dull thud of heels on hardwood. I say a brief thanks for the timing. A few minutes earlier and we wouldn’t have heard them, but they’d have heard us.

Sadie doesn’t react. Or doesn’t seem to. She arches up and pulls me down into another kiss. Wiggling her hips to end up below me, a hand searching for my aching erection.

“Sadie,” I whisper. “W-wait. I think—”

“I don’t care,” she says, breathless. “We’re both adults. It’s fine. Please Ragnar. Please. I need you.”

She pulls me in again, hips tilting, and fuck, I want to give her everything.

I want to sink deep and lose myself in the grip of her pussy, but I can’t risk this.

Can’t risk her. Reason has abandoned her at the moment.

It’s a good thing, my goal, but given what I know about her insecurities, getting caught by—I assume—her parents will cause more harm than good. And the sex is good.

“Wait,” I whisper. “Just a-a m-m-minute. H-hold on.”

She groans and drops her head back.

“I’m g-going to t-take c-c-care of you. Promise.”

I press a kiss to her chest, then stand and pad into the en-suite bathroom.

I twist the shower knob, let it roar to life as I study the space.

Steam rises fast in the small room, fogging the mirror, but not before I catch sight of the way my pupils have blown wide, the way my hair stands straight up, the flush to my cheeks. I look as wrecked as she does.

When I step back out, Sadie is still lying back on the bed, but her hand is between her legs, breath coming in short bursts.

I lean in the doorway and watch her, the sheen of sweat over her skin, the way she squeezes her tit as she slips a finger into her core.

Her eyes flick to mine. “I can’t—I’m so close, but—”

I’m on the bed before I realize I’ve moved, and I reach for her, voice dropping into something firmer.

“Then listen to my voice,” I say and she whimpers, “Touch yourself. Like I did. You can come, but not until I say.”

She nods.

Footsteps above us. A voice. Her mother.

“Sadie? Are you home? We didn’t see you leave the Gala.”

Sadie doesn’t notice, her hips rocking into her touch. I lean in, grip her chin.

“A-answer her. Or I w-won’t let you come.” She shakes her head. “Answer h-her or I won’t f-fuck you.”

She stares at me, breathless.

I raise a brow. “Now, Saet stelpa .”

“I’m home!” she calls out immediately. “Going…” her voice hitches, “Going to bed.”

The footsteps pause. Then retreat.

I lean in and kiss her hard.

“Good girl. C-come on.”

I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bathroom, and seat her on the edge of the sink.

Finding the zipper along her back and finally stripping the dress over her head.

It puddles on the floor while I stare, slack jawed, at her tits.

How could I have not gotten her dress off until now?

She hisses against the chill, then moans as I spread her legs wide with one hand.

The other pinching one brown nipple between my fingers.

“O-okay?”

“Yes.”

“Condom?”

She gestures at the cabinet behind her, and I yank it open. I try not to think about the relief I feel when I have to rip the brand new box open with my teeth. Sadie reaches for a gold foil package and I shake my head. If she touches me right now, it could be game over.

It’s almost game over with me doing it myself. I shiver as I fist myself and roll the latex all the way down.

“You’re g-gonna t-t-take me now,” I say, lining us up. “And you’re g-gonna come on my dick l-l-like the good girl y-you are.”

Her hips rock as if she can make it happen from my words alone.

I hold her gaze as I line myself up and push in, slow and deep. She’s tight, internal muscles already fluttering around me, stretching her inch by inch. Her breath catches and her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“Sadie?” I grunt her name against her temple.

She nods fast. “Yes. Just full.”

I kiss her. “You’re d-doing so good. Taking m-me s-s-so well.”

She makes a soft, helpless sound that goes straight to my gut. I pull back and thrust again, just enough for her to throw her head back, then I freeze. Trying to resist the urge to cum like a goddamn freight train.

“ Fokk ,” My fingers squeeze her hips and she whimpers, trying to rock them on me.

I set a rhythm, and she tips her head back, lips parted, like she’s trying to catch her breath and lose it at the same time.

“L-look at me,” I say.

She does.

“Every t-t-time that ónytjungur made you f-feel you w-w-weren’t enough? He was wrong.”

Her eyes fill, and I kiss her again before she can say anything. It’s messy. Desperate. Our bodies slap against each other, the counter creaking, the sound of the shower pounding in the background like a heartbeat.

She gasps my name, then moans it. And I know I’m already too far gone for this to be just once.

But I don’t stop.

I lift her, her legs around my waist, and carry her into the steam.

We don’t speak as I press her against the shower tile, but she holds onto me like she means it—fingers in my hair, nails at my back, ankles locked around my waist. Every sound she makes burns into my memory like a brand.

They’ll still find her there after I leave this earth.

“Touch yourself,” I growl in her ear, feeling my balls pull up tight. I’m going to come and I need her there with me. “C-come for m-m-me again.”

She does. Pussy clamping down on me like a vise, wild and beautiful and raw, and I follow her over the edge. Unable to stop if I wanted to. I press my forehead to hers and whisper all the things I can’t quite say in the light yet against the shell of her ear, letting our heartbeats slow together.

“You’re perfect.”

“You are my every fantasy.”

“I’m in love with you, Sadie Jones. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I’m not sorry for falling. I never will be.”

We stand there for a long time.

Wrapped in water and breath and even if I know this is a onetime thing, I tell myself it will be worth it. That I’ll carry this night with me until the day they put me in the ground.

And then whatever is left of my soul will keep right on loving her, anyway.