So I force myself to go for a neutral topic:
"Are you wearing contacts? Your eyes aren’t dark blue at all."
Ragnar gives a sad smile.
"My eyes are exactly like Summer’s. One silver. One gold. Moon has the same eyes too."
"Ah… I get it now. Maybe someday I’ll get to see them. Look into your… real eyes. To really see you."
"And I’d like to see what you look like when you’re… careless and happy," Ragnar whispers ruefully.
Our eyes are intensely locked, and my breath stops, the air seems to sparkle between us.
Then Ragnar just leans in, no hesitation, and our lips meet.
The kiss hits me like a flame catching dry paper. My body is energized, as if a bunch of fireworks had just set all my nerves on fire.
And in that fire, something that I kinda low-key pushed aside, but now, it spreads through me: a flicker of hope.
Maybe, just maybe, there is a way out of this.
I pull back and breathlessly whisper,
"Exactly six days from today… will you help me escape this place?"
Ragnar looks surprised, but he doesn’t question me, doesn’t doubt, doesn’t push back.
He just says, grinning widely, "Abso-fucking-lutely."
In the next second, we’re practically tearing our clothes off. My whole body is burning with the need to feel him in me, to be one with him. I don’t care about anything else. My lips suck, bite, and kiss, leaving a wet trail over his hot skin, my fingers digging into his massive muscles, pulling him closer and closer. I fumble with his zipper, shove down my own pants in a rush, desperate to feel his skin pressed against mine so we can explode in bliss.
I’m on a high. Every fiber in my body is demanding I merge with Ragnar. It’s hard to believe this flame could even exist inside this body of mine that’s been beaten down not only by the weight of my situation but by the abuse. And still, the desire swallows me whole.
My mouth moves down his neck. Why am I so enchanted by his smell? It attacks my senses. I can faintly catch his Allure under the deodorant; it has a fresh, cedarwood aroma. It’s so enticing, makes me shiver, grow in hunger, and awakens this sudden urge to bite him. My fangs almost move under my gums with an unexplainable need, as I taste his scent glands under my lips, just like mine, untouched. No one’s ever marked him. No one’s put a claim on him.
The temptation to bite is strangely powerful, and it takes me a beat to control it. He’s an alpha, just like me, so it probably wouldn’t even have an effect anyway.
"I want to feel you inside me," I murmur quite shamelessly. My hand slides down and I wrap my fingers around his massive, rock-hard cock, savoring the heat and silky texture.
It’s like Ragnar can read my thoughts. He leans in, grabs my ass, and with one strong motion, lifts me clean off the ground. Then, holding me like that, he pins me to the wall of the gazebo.I can only hope this damn structure is solid enough to take both our weight. Which, let’s be honest, ain’t exactly light.
Our mouths crash together again. We’re kissing wild, rough, teeth clashing, practically devouring each other.
His grip on me doesn’t falter, even though I’m clearly not omega-sized. But that’s no problem for Ragnar, no straining. I wrap my legs around his waist and right away feel him press the head of his bulbous cock against my clenching, throbbing entrance.
"Do it," I gasp. "Just fuck me already!"
And then, he thrusts in. No condom, nothing between us this time.
I make a loud whimper as my body arches at the sudden penetration, but instead of discomfort, a shockingly intense wave of pleasure tears through me, blinding like a flash of lightning!
What happens next goes way beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
The moment his cock bottoms out inside me, something explodes, a rush of sensation flooding out like water through a shattered dam. My eyes roll back, my mouth opens, my spine strains like a bow…
Searing hot ecstasy! We both come! So intense it short-circuits my brain! The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had… by far.
But that’s not even the craziest part.
