Chapter 454-Between Hot Kisses

Chapter 454: 454-Between Hot Kisses

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His warm lips had set my entire body on fire. It was the first time he had touched me.

His hands moved along my back, rubbing gently against it before sliding up to my shoulders.

He pulled me tightly against him, as though he never wanted to let me go.

He began kissing my upper lip, gently sucking on it before releasing it and moving to my lower lip.

He kept tilting his face from side to side, capturing my lips one at a time between his.

Then he placed a hand behind my head, making sure I couldn’t pull away from him.

Not that I had any intention of doing so.

My hands began moving down his body, gently caressing his sides and stomach as he continued kissing me.

My eyes were closed, completely lost in the moment.

He gradually pushed me backward, and eventually, I felt his hand slide down to my ass.

He squeezed it, and our lips momentarily stopped moving. I parted my lips, breathing softly against his mouth as he slowly lifted me and placed me on the table.

He reached behind me, occasionally brushing his lips against mine, while I simply stared at him.

Then I heard him sweep everything off the table, clearing enough space to lean me backward and position himself on top of me.

As soon as he laid me back, he positioned himself over me, keeping his feet firmly on the floor.

He was tall enough to lean over me while still standing.

He began kissing me again, his hands moving along the sides of my body.

He cupped my breasts from the sides, pressing them together as he tilted his head from side to side, kissing my lips with an almost desperate hunger.

He was completely soaked from the rain.

As my hand moved toward the bulge in his pants, I reached out and touched it.

He immediately slipped his tongue into my mouth. I began rubbing the bulge through the fabric of his pants.

He wrapped both arms tightly around me, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest.

Our tongues met, moving against each other as the kiss grew more intense.

Our mouths briefly separated before coming together again.

The sound of the heavy rain pouring outside seemed to intensify the heat between us.

I noticed that he wasn’t doing anything else. He was simply holding me tightly against him, devouring my lips with his kisses.

He had pressed me so firmly against his body that I couldn’t even slip my hands between us.

I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his head, running my fingers through his hair. Gradually, the intensity of his kisses began to soften.

He slowly withdrew his tongue from my mouth and pulled back just enough to stare at me, though he continued holding me tightly.

"I think we should stop," I whispered.

But I already knew he had stopped.

His hands slid down from my back, only to tighten around my waist.

He pulled me closer, sliding me across the table toward him until there was barely any space between us.

I wrapped my arms around him and rested against his chest.

He was breathing heavily.

After a moment, he lowered his head, and I embraced him more comfortably, thinking he simply wanted to hold me.

However, he seemed to have something else on his mind.

He leaned toward my ear and pressed a kiss against it before whispering, "you should have stopped me."

His voice was low and deliberate.

"You should have already chosen a mate for yourself," he whispered.

I felt his fingers tighten around my waist.

"Because now, I’m not going to let you belong to anyone else."

The moment he said those words, heat rushed into my cheeks.

I slowly began pulling away, just enough to look into his eyes.

But he didn’t hesitate to lean down and press his lips against mine again. This time, he gave me one long, lingering kiss before finally pulling away.

Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me off the table, and gently set me on my feet.

I stood there watching him as he began straightening my clothes.

He had never been this intimate with me before.

He carefully adjusted my shirt before lowering his gaze to the single button that had come undone.

He leaned closer and began fastening it.

As he did, I noticed how tightly his jaw was clenched. His eyes remained fixed on mine, even as his fingers worked on the button.

I had no idea what had gotten into him, but my cheeks were burning with a heat I couldn’t explain.

I stood there shyly, my hands resting on the edge of the table behind me.

Once he finished buttoning my shirt, he placed one hand on the table beside my waist, between my body and my resting hand.

His other hand moved slowly across the front of my shirt, brushing over my breast.

The backs of his fingers traced small circles around my areola through the fabric.

"Let me drop you home," he said.

As he spoke, his fingers pinched my nipple through my shirt, making me wince at the sudden pain.

I had never imagined Ragnar behaving this way. Yet this was exactly the kind of intimacy I had secretly wanted with him.

But now that it was actually happening, I suddenly felt so shy and overwhelmed that I found myself letting him take the lead in everything.

My heart was pounding so hard watching him linger around. His scent had filled the entire room, his aroma was making me lose my mind.

He was acting like he hadn’t come here kissing me all over and saying such intense things.

That was the scary thing about Ragnar, he was mysterious that way.

No matter what he said or did, my mind was stuck on one and one thing only.

’Because now, I’m not going to let you belong to anyone else.’