He was determined to make sure he made it so that her head thought only of him and his love. None of those other men mattered. None of those things they said to her mattered. None of what they said was true. He'd always love her, and always want to make her feel loved.

Rurik loved how she moved against him, moaning softly against her chest as she felt him tug on his hair. It was encouraging him to continue, and what else could he do but oblige?

He didn't want to go too far too quickly, but he really wanted to hear more of her moans. He switched his attention to her other breast, leaving the previous one open to the cold air, though splashes of warm water were undoubtedly reaching her. He lowered the hand on her back, sliding it over her butt and then to hover over her groin. Slowly he pushed the folds of her vagina aside to slide inside of her, looking eagerly for the bundle of nerves that he knew would cause her pleasure.