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She was crying, yes, but not out of fear. It was something else entirely—an acceptance, a recognition of the bond that had formed between them, a bond that transcended the physical.
Ragnar's hand finally withdrew from her mouth, and she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
But even then, her gaze never wavered.
She lay there, still and quiet, waiting for his next move, her body pliant and ready for whatever he decided.
Ragnar knelt above her, his breath heavy, his mind in turmoil. He had set out to intimidate her, to make her fear him, but now… now he wasn't so sure of anything.