Free Web NovelChapter 214: Chapter 214
Circe’s mouth went dry again as he returned to her, his thighs parting hers even wider. He settled between her legs, his weight a delicious pressure as he captured her mouth once more, addicted to the taste of her.
His hardness pressed against her core as his hands roamed freely now, pushing her shift higher until the fabric was bunched around her neck, exposing her breasts to his gaze.
"My wife," he growled against her lips, the words a possessive rumble that sent fresh heat spiraling through her. One hand cupped her breast once more, caressing her nipple with the pad of his finger, while the other guided his cock to her entrance, nudging just enough to make her whimper.
His words didn’t rankle her like they used to. It was true after all. Regardless of how they got to this point, she was still his wife and now, under the weight of his full attention, she felt wholly his, in mind and body.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly close.
With a groan, he thrust forward, filling her in one deep stroke that made her gasp. The sensation was exquisite as he began to move, slow at first, savoring the way she clenched around him. free𝑤ebnovel.com
But soon the snap of his hips grew punishing, his thrusts becoming harsher and deeper as their rhythm built to something wild and urgent, bodies slick with water and sweat, the chirping of distant birds and rustling of leaves melding with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Pleasure crested again as Ragnar drove into her with relentless passion, his mouth devouring hers, hands pinning her wrists above her head.
A twig snapped somewhere in the distance just as the tension inside her popped. Her body trembled as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her walls tightening around him in desperate pulses. The sensation dragged him over the edge with her, a broken groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into her.
Between the time he carried her back onto the soft grass and now, Circe had melted into a haze of tingling limbs and floating thoughts. He released her wrists gently, and a quiet moan escaped her when he shifted, the slow glide of his cock sliding free making her shiver.
She didn’t know where this side of him had come from, wild, and unrestrained, nothing like the tender lover he had been that first time. She had never imagined that it could feel like this.
Warmth trickled between her thighs as he pulled her shift back over her head. She turned to watch him retrieve his discarded breeches, walking toward a nearby tree. There, he draped the garments over a low-hanging branch, letting them drain long enough to be wearable again.
When he returned, he held his shirt, the one he had taken off before stepping into the lake.
"We’ll have to stay here a while longer," he murmured as he pulled the shirt over her head and guided her arms through the sleeves. It was dry, soft, and far too big for her, the hem brushed mid-thigh, swallowing her frame completely.
She couldn’t find the words to respond. A lump had formed in her throat, making it harder to speak.
Her smile came easily as she watched him fuss over her, this same man who had pounded into her with reckless abandon only moments before. The contrast made her chest swell with an unfamiliar emotion.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her nose. She blinked at the unexpected sweetness, letting him scoop her up into his arms as he stepped away from the lake shore, carrying her toward a cluster of trees where the shade was cool and abundant.
He sat with his back against the trunk of the tree, still naked, and guided her onto his lap. She giggled softly at the fact that she was practically draped over him, as though he were using her body to preserve his modesty.
The thought was ridiculous, considering what they had just done.
His cock pressed beneath her, hot and heavy against the underside of her thigh. Ragnar’s jaw tightened when she shifted, trying to settle more comfortably on his lap.
"Princess... please," he breathed, voice breaking into a low groan.
The pinched expression he wore only amused her more. So she wriggled once again, just enough to feel him twitch beneath her and to watch desire cloud his eyes all over again.
Satisfied with the torment she had inflicted, she leaned in closer, resting her cheek against his bare chest. His steady heartbeat thudded beneath her ear.
Ragnar could do nothing but chuckle, the sound vibrating through her as his arms wrapped securely around her. His earlier roughness had quieted into something warm and protective that made her feel impossibly safe.
A long moment passed where neither of them spoke. Circe was the first to break the silence.
"I have so many questions I’ve never gotten to ask," she said softly, her voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the wind the moment it left her lips.
"Is there a reason you haven’t?" Ragnar asked. His chest rumbled beneath her cheek as he spoke.
"They’re private questions," she murmured. "I didn’t think it was my place to ask."
He made her look at him in the next heartbeat, tilting her chin with a gentleness that contrasted with the strength in his hands. His eyes held hers in an unwavering stare.
"You are my wife, Circe. Your place is by my side. There is no such thing as private questions between us. I will answer everything you ask me."
She swallowed, stunned once again by the raw sincerity in his voice, even though by now she should have grown used to it. He was always so open with her, so unguarded, in a way he never was with anyone else.
Slowly, she rested her cheek back against his chest. Her mind churned with thoughts, one question tumbling into the next until she finally found her voice again.
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