Free Web NovelChapter 198: Chapter 198
She forced her eyes open and met his gaze. Then slowly shook her head, words momentarily failing her. She didn’t want him to stop and she hoped her eyes communicated what her words couldn’t.
But Ragnar remained put, no longer exploring her body like he was moments ago.
" Use your words, princess. I want to hear it from your lips." He said to her absolute horror.
What was wrong with her? She spoke to him regularly and bantered with him without any issue, so why was now so different?
Perhaps because in those other times he wasn’t hovering over her with eyes that swirled with both lust and desire, holding her in place with a look that made it harder to breathe.
"Please," she whispered, and the word hung in space between them. freewebnσvel.cѳm
" Please what?" He was enjoying this, she realized. Even though he ached for the contact as much as she didn’t.
"Touch me."
A wicked smile stretched his lips, fangs flashing, an expression that made him look less like a man and more like the beastly creatures he descended from. It made her chest lurch. She would have reconsidered her decision if she did not already know the type of pleasure he was able to wring out of her.
She wanted it so badly, she didn’t care if she had to be at his mercy to get it.
Just as soon as the thought formed, his thumb traced that maddening circle again, and she only managed a shaky exhale. Her eyes fell close once more.
He kissed her once more, deep and devouring, swallowing the moan she couldn’t hold back as his hand finally slipped between them, cupping her fully, pressing just enough to make her see stars behind closed lids.
She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into muscle, thighs trembling around his hips.
Ragnar’s mouth left hers only long enough for him to taste the frantic pulse beneath her jaw, then the hollow of her throat, each kiss slow and heated, as though he had all the time in the world to worship every inch of her body. She was a temple and he was her devoted patriot.
His lips brushed over the sleeve of her shift, nudging it off one shoulder with his teeth, letting it fall away to bare the upper swell of her breast. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue flicking gently over the soft skin until she shivered.
He drew back just enough to look at her, eyes heavy-lidded and reverent. Her body was perfection itself and he took his time drinking in the gorgeous sight before him.
He ran his thumb over his bottom lip as one broad hand slid down her side, gathering the delicate linen of her shift in his fist, inching the fabric upward with agonizing care.
Cool air kissed the exposed skin of her thigh. Each new inch he revealed earned another kiss, soft, lingering presses of his mouth against the smooth flesh he uncovered.
When the hem reached the tops of her thighs he paused, letting his palm smooth over the curve of her hip, thumb tracing soft invisible lines around her sides. He dipped his head and brushed his lips across the faint crease where thigh met the rest of her body. A low, approving sound rumbled in his chest.
"Beautiful," he whispered against her skin, the word thick with lust and adoration. " So beautiful."
Only then did he ease the shift higher, gathering it just beneath her breasts so that the dark curls between her legs were bared to the morning light and to his hungry gaze. The fabric stayed tangled around her waist and ribs, leaving her half-dressed and utterly exposed where it mattered most.
Circe’s breath caught as his fingers returned, parting her gently. One thick finger traced her slick folds, gliding through wetness that had gathered long before he touched her. He circled the small, swollen bud at the apex with the same lazy movements, watching her face while her hips lifted toward him of their own accord.
He slid that single finger inside her slowly into her tight heat, letting her feel every ridge of his knuckle and he groaned softly at the way her body clenched around him. A second finger joined the first, stretching her gently, pumping in a languid rhythm that made her almost mad with need.
Her moan spilled free, low and broken.
Ragnar drew his fingers out only to settle between her thighs, knees pressing her legs wider apart. He lowered himself until his shoulders kept her open, his warm breath ghosting over the slick curls and glistening flesh he had just been stroking. Circe’s brows drew together, confusion flickering through the haze of pleasure.
"Ragnar...?" she whispered, uncertain.
He answered by parting her with his fingers and setting his mouth to her.
The first slow lick drew a sharp gasp from her lungs. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers digging in, trying to push him away from her most intimate part.
She was almost completely naked before him, yet this was still too intimate, too shocking for whatever delicate sensitivities she still had left. It didn’t just shock her, it frightened her as well.
But Ragnar was unperturbed. He only made a rough, soothing sound against her, the vibration making her thighs jerk. He licked her again, savoring her taste as though she were the rarest honey.
Embarrassment melted beneath the steady lap of his tongue, and pleasure crashed over her in a sudden, blinding wave. Her spine bowed off the bed and her fingers tightened in his hair, no longer pushing him away but anchoring him exactly where he was.
Another moan tore from her throat, louder this time, helpless to his onslaught on her body. What they did in the carriage, Circe realized, was merely the tip of the iceberg. It was nothing compared to what he was doing now.
Ragnar hummed his approval, the sound thrumming through her core, and set about devouring her with slow, adoring strokes, tongue circling, lips closing gently around her sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing softly until her legs shook around his head and her breath came in ragged pants.
