Ragnar's eyes darkened further at her words, his grip on her hips tightening for a split second before he nodded once, sharp and decisive. He shifted beneath her, one hand moving to guide himself as she lifted her hips just enough.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, already wet and aching for him. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, basking in the heady sensation of his cock filling her. A low hiss escaped his lips, his body going rigid under her hands. She paused halfway, her inner walls already clenching around him, wanting him deeper.
She felt his fingers trace light patterns on her thighs as she lowered further until he was seated fully inside. Her entire body was flooded with sensations, the throbbing pressure making her thighs tremble.
