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The vines retract, and I collapse backward, boneless as a squid.

Agnar catches me.

His arms encase my waist, holding me against his chest while I shake and sob, trying to remember how to breathe. The gag chokes me, but I don’t have the presence of mind to remove it, so I gasp against it, spittle flying from the wet fabric.

For a moment, just a moment, he cradles me. His hand smooths over my hair, and his cheek presses against my temple. He breathes as heavily as I do. Then he lifts me, carries me the few steps to the bed…

And tosses me onto the mattress like a sack of grain.

My undershirt is tangled around my head, half-covering my face, the fabric soaked with drool and sticking to my cheeks. I peel it off with trembling hands. Finally able to suck in a full breath, I lie here panting, replete, my body twitching with the aftershocks of my pleasure.

Agnar looms over me like a hunter debating whether to devour or free his prey.

With his wild hair, dark eyes, and tight jaw, he has the posture of a monstrous beast as he hulks over the bed.

I yearn for more.

Except this feels less like longing and more like demand, the same as lungs requiring air after too long underwater. My body insists I find something to ease the intense ache inside me. I gaze at him, searching for the right words, for the audacity to ask for more when he’s already done so much to me.

When I open my legs for him, Agnar lunges forward, grabs my ankles, and lifts them to his shoulders in one smooth motion. My hips tilt up off the bed, my weight shifts to my own shoulders and the back of my neck, and blood rushes to my head.

With his face buried between my thighs, he feasts like a man trying to consume my soul. His tongue slides through my folds, circles my clit with ruthless precision, then dips inside me.

He’s decided to devour me after all.

Where his fingers were firm and rough, his tongue delivers a different, softer kind of bliss. My eyes roll up into my head, and my breath stutters. I reach for him but my arms lack strength in the midst of such overwhelming bliss.

He cups my ass, keeping me exactly where he wants me. I rock my hips and buck against his face. His beard tickles my thighs, and then his relentless tongue locates every sensitive spot and exploits it without mercy. I writhe helplessly, a captive to the pleasure he delivers with every stroke. In no time at all, he drives me to the edge.

I’m going to climax. Going to splinter apart again.

Then he stops.

“Please.” The plea comes out wrecked. “Please, please, please⁠—”

He pulls back just enough to speak. “This is what you wanted.” His breath ghosts over my soaked, swollen flesh.

I try to push my hips toward his mouth, but he stops me effortlessly. “Say it.”

I writhe again, striving for him in a useless attempt to ground myself. “I wanted this. I want you. Everything…you. Please⁠—”

His hands leave my ass to glide up my torso, his weight folding me in half as his hands wrap around my throat.

I still. Every muscle locks in place as the primal part of me screams. Be still. Obey. Submit.

I quake with ecstasy. The reminder of how much power Agnar has, how easily he could hurt me, intoxicates me.

My brain wakes back up, and I relax, allowing Agnar to do as he pleases.

His hand tightens until my breath catches, and gradually, my vision starts to narrow to only encompass him.

“I could break you.” Agnar sounds unusually gruff. “Right now. You couldn’t stop me.”

“I know.”

His expression fractures, and he brushes his lips over mine in a chaste kiss. “You shouldn’t trust me.”

I widen my legs, prompting him to shift forward until we’re chest-to-chest. “Too late.”