Alpha Ragnar's Unclaimed Mate
Ragnar began, but her finger pressed gently to his lips, silencing him.
The other hand moved to his shirt, undoing his buttons faster than she did hers. She leaned in to kiss him again.
Once his chest was bare, her bra came off next, flung across the room to eliminate any barrier between their skin.
She started grinding against him, slow and deliberate, creating friction that generated a hot sensation through both of them. The hardness pressing against her confirmed what she already knew—his body responded, even if his mind still resisted.
Blaire looked down at him with a sultry smile. “Let’s make this more interesting,” she said, her fingers starting to move, going downwards toward his belt