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And what if I choose these burdens? What if I choose you, every time, no matter how many lives I have?
— Sophia
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The soaked fabric fell to the floor in heavy, sodden heaps, leaving their skin bare and glistening in the dim light.
The chill of the rain was replaced by the heat of their desire.
Ragnar's lips trailed down Sophia's neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake.
He kissed her collarbone, moving lower with each breath, his hands exploring the familiar yet always thrilling curves of her body.
Sophia arched into his touch, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the power and strength that lay beneath his skin.