Chapter 23: Unbearable Bliss (R-18)

The innocent expression ruined any restraint that Ragnar had been building up. He'd tried to create a wall between himself and Eve, but his old self's emotional ties to the girl were forcing its way to the surface once again.

Ragnar gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead as he fought to resist his primal urges.

The reason why Ragnar was so reluctant to go through with it was because of Eve's nature. Many of his men had fallen under the spell of women in Iraq, led to a trap and subsequently killed in compromising positions. Their job as search and rescue operatives meant that they would go years at a time without the embrace of women, and all it took was one slip up for a mess that Ragnar and his men had to clean.

As such, he had yet to trust anyone, but his men with his life, and acquiescing to a female in such a position was a huge step in his mind. Something that he wasn't sure he could handle yet.

Eve noticing Ragnar was at a breaking point, hummed while slowly tracing the edge of Ragnar's jawline. She looked up into those sad emerald eyes and felt her hurt tug for the first time in her life. To her, Ragnar was always just a means to an end. He had always been there to protect her yet never had the guts to do anything further.

Such timidness allowed her to take advantage of him, to settle all of her disputes. Yet, the man she looked at now wasn't the same. It was like he had aged ten years, with a lifetime of experiences.

Ragnar had turned into someone she desired, a real man, someone with character and morals.

"Trust me?" She softly questioned as she let down her exotic silk gown, a dress her father's traders brought as a gift via business with the Byzantine empire. The dress slid down her lightly freckled white skin and hit the ground with a soft thud as she stepped out of it to face Ragnar, completely bare for her man to see.

Ragnar took the time to appreciate her large hips that complimented her equally sized bosom. The grace of gods gave her a petite figure to top it off as Ragnar gazed at this stunning woman and finally relented.

Ragnar looked up to the ceiling in memory of all his fallen brothers before muttering. 'Oh gods, if you are out there, let me enjoy this one night.' He approached the naked woman with a slow gait and sharp green eyes, stalking his prey with a confidence that belied his age. Teasing the woman as he came in close to her lips before pulling back.

Eve pouted at Ragnar's coyness and, as such, mocked him by backing up to the bed while smirking in invitation.

Ragnar exploded with strength, and rugby tackling Eve to the soft mattress. Landing on top of the naked woman and pushing her arms over her head. Eve's little infectious giggle broke the room's silence as he tickled her with soft touches.

Ragnar beamed in appreciation as he ripped his shirt overhead, revealing his massive figure scorn with scars from matches with Thorkell and the Viking's on the beach.

Eve's gasp pulled him back to reality as she felt his long muscles and tight abs. "So, this is the 'almighty' everyone has been talking about." She shyly grinned as she appraised the product before her.

Ragnar raised his eyebrow's at the comment, "You knew," He questioned as he brought himself inches apart.

Eve placed her dainty finger on his lips, silencing him before closing the distance.

A deep, heart-stopping growl echoed within the room once again as Ragnar claimed Eve's lips, pushing her against the bed. Their desire for each other reached a tipping point with over a decade of waiting. She was soft under his touch, so innocent yet shameless all the same. Her lips, sweet as honey. The pressure from her body was akin to torture for the bulge straining against his pants.

Eve slid her hands along his hips without warning until she found the band for his trousers. Ragnar grinned at such impatience and broke apart from Eve, attempting to slow things down as she moaned in pleasure, to trace kisses along her body to her stomach.

Eve's breath held as he reached her sheath before moaning in frustration as he deliberately avoided it, kissing in between her thighs and teasing her incessantly.

"Ragnar! I can't take it anymore, please." Eve whimpered, about to explode just from his teasing.

He smirked in understanding before standing up and undressing completely. "Come here", He growled as he pulled Eve towards him.

Eve moaned as Ragnar slipped his hand beneath the folds and into the warm slippery to touch secrets. Another moan was the only encouragement he needed as he continued to use his fingers to guide her over the edge.

Throat raw with emotion from the orgasm, Eve only vaguely registered Ragnar positioning himself directly in front of her.

"This may hurt a little." He whispered with care as his arousal screamed at him to delve into her. Holding up his erection with one hand, he guided it to the tip of her slippery entrance. One thrust was all it required for him to take her.

Eve nodded in approval, ready for what was about to come before Ragnar plunged himself deep inside her. A small sense of discomfort came and went as pleasure overwhelmed her, bucking her hips upward to meet his thrust.

Ragnar roared in pleasure as he felt the warmth surrounding him, closing his eyes as he fell on top of her, still thrusting with increasing speed. Like the crest of a large wave, an unbearable bliss rose within him. Until abruptly, the tension in his body snapped as he burst into her with a rough cry.

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I've left all my skills on the table, lads. Hopefully, you enjoyed it. No adverts on this chapter; enjoy the wonderful character development.