Free Web NovelChapter 204: Chapter 204
Ragnar craved her the way his kind craved blood. His desire for her had been a growing concern for quite some time, but after what they had done inside the carriage, it had only intensified, stoking the embers of his need. He wanted more, wanted to take everything she was willing to give and he still doubted that it would ever be enough to sate him.
He wanted her, desperately. How was he supposed to carry on as though he didn’t know the way she looked when pleasure consumed her? As though he hadn’t felt her come undone on his mouth and fingers? The taste of her still clung to his lips, a lingering sweetness from when she had shattered on his tongue, mourning and writhing in pure, unrestrained ecstasy.
He soothed the peak with his tongue, swirling, sucking gently, then harder when her fingers wrapped his arm, nails digging in. The other breast received the same treatment until she was writhing, thighs rubbing together, slickness gathering hot and shameless between them.
His hand skimmed her ribs, her waist, the flare of her hip. When he reached the inside of her thigh he paused again, letting her feel the weight of his palm without moving higher.
"Ragnar," She whimpered, hips tilting in a silent plea.
His fingers glide upward, tracing the seam of her through damp curls, parting her gently, touching her there with the same patience he had shown her body above.
Could he sense how desperately she had begun to want this, to want him, and the relentless pull of needing his touch on her fevered skin? Before he came, she had tossed and turned in the large, comfortable bed, the soft linen sheets feeling like sand paper against her suddenly sensitive skin. But now with his gaze and attention solely on her, her body ached for so much. freёwebnovel.com
The first slow circle over her clit pulled a moan from her throat. He hummed his approval against her breast, the faint vibration making her clench around nothing. He kept his touch light, maddeningly so, until her thighs loosened and fell open on their own, her body pushing into his hand, chasing more.
Two thick fingers slid inside her next, moving in deep, unhurried strokes. The stretch no longer burned as her body had grown used to it. But then, without warning, he eased in a third finger, and her breath hitched sharply.
Her entire body went taut, eyes widening at the sudden new stretch. Ragnar answered by pressing his fingers deeper, kissing her until the sting melted into something else entirely. Sensation surged through her in waves, but the one that rose above all others was the white-hot pleasure unfurling deep in her core, coiling tightly at the base of her spine.
When he curled those fingers, searching, she jerked with a sharp cry as the sensations flared bright and unexpected behind her eyes. He stayed right there, stroking that spot again and again while his thumb worked her clit in steady circles.
The wave of pleasure took her like a storm, sudden, and overwhelming no matter how hard her body had braced itself for it. She came with his name fractured on her lips, back bowed, inner walls fluttering around his fingers. He worked her through it gently, drawing out every last shiver until she sagged back on the bed, gasping and trying to check her breath.
But he didn’t stop. She should have known it wouldn’t be enough for him. Her husband never did anything in half measures, and worshipping her body was no exception.
He kissed his way down her trembling stomach, settling between her thighs with a low, satisfied groan at the sight of her glistening, and swollen for him. The sound he made did funny things to her insides.
The first swipe of his tongue was soft, almost delicate, tracing slowly between her folds. Even with the aftershocks of her first release still humming beneath her skin, her body broke into new, uncontrollable tingles when he pressed deeper, making her jolt.
The second stroke of his tongue was firmer, parting her folds, lapping at her entrance where his fingers still moved lazily inside her. When he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, gently at first, then harder, she shattered again almost instantly, a shock gasp tearing from her throat as her hands flew up and grabbed his broad shoulders as she writhed beneath him, eyes squeezed shut.
He gave her no time to come down. It was the sweetest kind of torture as his tongue and fingers worked in perfectly in tandem, watching her come apart for the second time that night. All the sensations converged in a single spot, the intensity of it completely robbing her of breath. It was too much, too quick, coaxing a broken sound out of her.
His onslaught didn’t stop, not even when her body began to quiver beneath him. He groaned as if she were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, licking her clean with long, slow strokes until stars burst behind her closed eyelids.
In that moment, Circe was nothing but sensation, a trembling, breathless tangle of nerves as she pushed half-heartedly at his shoulders.
She tried to close her legs, unable to take any more and yet somehow knowing that it wasn’t enough for the both of them, knowing that what she needed was simply a moment to recover and catch her breath.
But Ragnar kept her legs open as her chest rose and fell in sharp, shaky breaths. He clicked his tongue in playful reprimand, his lips still glistening with her release.
His hand cupped one of her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipple beneath the rough pad of his finger as he shifted over her. Just enough for his mouth to reach her ear. And as he did, she caught sight of the heavy outline of his erection, the full length of it straining against his breeches.
"None of that now, my love. We have all night to do as we please," he murmured, and she could feel his amusement rolling off him in waves, distracted to the point that his words simply flew off her head.
Despite how comfortable and safe she felt in his arms, a small, stubborn part of her bristled at being the only one left completely exposed while he remained fully clothed. She wanted him stripped down to warm, slick skin, his body moving over hers with nothing between them.
As though sensing her thoughts, he stepped off the bed and began to undress. His shirt was the first to come off, revealing the broad expanse of his chest and the taut ridges of muscle beneath. A thin line of hair trailed down from his lower abdomen and disappeared into the waistband of his breeches. freēwebnovel.com
His breeches went next, sliding down powerful thighs until he stood utterly bare before her. Circe watched him strip with a kind of breathless fascination, her eyes glazing with want, growing heavier with every new inch of skin he revealed.
Her breath hitched when her gaze drifted lower and finally landed on his thick shaft, already hard and erect between his legs. Circe swallowed reflectively at the sheer size of him. The sight stirred her curiosity as much as it made her nerves flutter.
She wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of him in her hand, even as a flicker of fear threaded with her desire. She knew what he wanted, and heavens knew she wanted it too, but with his size, she wasn’t sure he would fit. Her throat went dry.
