Despite her telling him to stay away from her, he couldn't help but stalk her around the castle like a creep he was but only when it came to her. He watched how she finally mingled up with her people, watched how she was slowly opening up with them, her posture that was stiff the very first day was now in a relaxed stance.She would sometimes notice him and would pass him a glare.He also approached her once, asking if he should be expecting any gift from her side and she used the cocky line he used on her. "You are getting me? Isn't it enough?" As if that stuffed some knowledge in his mind, he stopped asking, maybe he approached her with whatever came to his mind just because he wanted to talk to her and ended up spilling out a stupid question. Her whole existence was a present for him. He was changing himself a little because she was accepting him a little. Even she could notice a little change in him. He was never the one to stalk her from afar, he always faced her head-on. Face
Each time she ran away from him, when she couldn't run anymore, even crawling away from him was enough for her to know that she was not yet willing to surrender. She preferred death over surrendering to the monster but each time he caught her, snatched her away from death and chained her in his invisible shackles.Until she finally surrendered so that the chaos in her life would subside and she would finally get her peace back.Although peace was impossible as long as he was around her, maybe a little acceptance would ease the disastrous thoughts that wrecked her within.His dark gray orbs never once left her veiled face that hid the beauty which resembled the golden hour. His cold hands delicately held onto her warm ones that were gradually turning cold as well as both of them faced each other. One was shamelessly gawking and the other one found the floor quite interesting when the priest started. Before the priest could even finish his lines Ragnar was already saying 'I do' like a
"Tense down, I'm definitely not here to eat you up."His tone was dripping with naked lies.Instead of tensing down, she tensed up even more. He was hovering over her from behind, loosely holding onto the backstrings of her dress."Ev-Everyone must be waiting d-down stairs, w-we should leave." She stuttered. "We're leaving and what's the hurry?..." He trailed off. "I haven't even tied this up." He abruptly pulled the strings of her dress, not too hard to suffocate her, no actually too hard to suffocate her. She gasped. "I can't breathe, loosen it." She breathed, holding onto her pressed chest. "Oh, you could've said you wanted me to loosen this dress and let it fall to your feet so I could bruise your back with my lips and maybe fuck your cu-" "Jesus Christ." She managed to cut him off before his words could get even more vile and make her ears bleed. However the tension rising between her legs didn't go unnoticed by her. Her cheeks were heated as she slammed her hand back at his c
The back of the castle, where the celebration was held in the garden. The garden was bustling with people and was decorated in one of the best ways. The same garden that looked dead, the same garden where her granny almost lost her life.Attention came to her faster than her bad luck when she stepped into the garden with Ragnar. She was used to attention but wasn't used to the attention she was getting from these immortals that gawked at her like she was another worldly which she was but they actually had respect in their eyes for her as well, not all of them but most of them.Ragnar introduced her to some of his higher-ups and Sasha just stiffly stood beside him, passing them a very forced and awkward smile that could curve on her lips.She was getting used to the people of this kingdom such as the maids and servants but the higher-ups, nah, she needed a whole decade to be comfortable around them.Was she really going to stay here forever? Well, now she was married to the KING of imm
"Going somewhere?" Sasha instantly froze beside Makaria. Her gaze fleeted between the siblings who were having a staring contest. One was a mountain hidden in heavy snow and the other one was a warm water flowing in the lake.His gaze snapped back at her and Sasha visibly stiffened. "A wife does not befriend her husband's enemy," Ragnar said as slowly as possible as if giving her time to learn each and every word of his.Sasha didn't like how commanding he sounded. He always had this tone but this time she felt different. "But she is your sister.""She is my enemy." His voice held a sharp edge to it. Makaria lowered her gaze with a soft smile on her face. Rayla stood besides Makaria with her arms folded over her chest, staring at the scene with an unamused stare. Ragnar extended his hand toward Sasha, gesturing for her to come over to him. With a little swallow, Sasha put her hand over his and walked to his side. All the guards quickly became extra active, ready to attack but the two
"Answer the damn question, little missy." His tone was threatening. Sasha gripped the mattress beneath her trembling hands. "S-She said she a-also know me from p-past like you d-do. So I-I asked h-her if she c-could t-tell me what ha-happened in the p-past." Sasha stuttered while letting out the truth.Ragnar stared at her before his gaze traveled down to her trembling hands squeezing the mattress tightly. "And what about disappearing on me out of nowhere?" He asked, his gaze fixated on her hands. When he got no answer from her, he looked up at her."Should I consider it a cowardly mistake from your side or really a headache?" He asked and she stayed muted. "For God's sake Sasha." He snapped and she flinched. Upon seeing her response, he took a deep breath and faced her more calmly. "I would never hurt you." He said. "Never." Sasha hesitantly looked into his eyes and found no hint of hesitation in them. He never hurt her physically but the mental pain he made her go through was dest
"Mmm, let's dig in then." He mused with a smirk as he rubbed her clothed core making her legs trembling. His long fingers pulled the strap up and before he could pull her panties down, she immediately took his hand in a tight hold. His smirk instantly died down and he looked at her through his lashes. "What is the matter?" He asked and she looked everywhere but him. "Co-Could you please blow o-out the candles first?" She asked with a little hesitation and he raised a perfect brow at her. "Why blow them off? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." He said casually and Sasha shook her head. "Please." She said in a pleading tone and he stared at her for a good while making her nervous under his gaze.Without a word, he stood up and she quickly got on her elbows, fixing her dress as if it wouldn't just get ripped off in a few minutes or maybe seconds by him. She hoped that he wouldn't just rip her instead with that massive weapon of his. A shriek left Sasha's lips when all the
Sasha woke with a severe body ache and a sore throat. She recalled last night's events as she sat on the bed, her naked body curled within the sheets and her thighs clenched together. The bed beside her was empty but her mind was occupied by him and how he took her last night.How she begged him to slow down because she couldn't handle it.How she begged him to stop after three rounds because she couldn't take it anymore.How she begged him to let her cum because she couldn't hold it in anymore.Her cheeks heated up and she clenched her thighs even more tightly. The arousal suddenly took over her body. She swore she never felt like this before until she met him, until just yesterday.She immediately shook her head and got out of sheets but as soon as she stood up, she had to sit down. The soreness or pain didn't get her, it was the wetness between her thighs that got her.It wasn't her arousal.It was the remains of his desire he left in her last night before she went unconscious. Bef