Free Web NovelChapter 270: Chapter 270
Ragnar’s eyes darkened further at her words, his grip on her hips tightening for a split second before he nodded once, sharp and decisive. He shifted beneath her, one hand moving to guide himself as she lifted her hips just enough.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, already wet and aching for him. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, basking in the heady sensation of his cock filling her. A low hiss escaped his lips, his body going rigid under her hands. She paused halfway, her inner walls already clenching around him, wanting him deeper.
She felt his fingers trace light patterns on her thighs as she lowered further until he was seated fully inside. Her entire body was flooded with sensations, the throbbing pressure making her thighs tremble.
Circe exhaled shakily and began to move, lifting up and sliding back down. The action was tentative at first, almost unsure as she tried to find a suitable rhythm. Each descent sent a jolt through her core, the friction building in a way that sent heat spreading through her body. Ragnar’s hands roamed up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts before cupping them fully again.
He squeezed gently as his hips lifted to match her pace. freewёbnoνel.com
She leaned forward, bracing more weight on his chest, her nails digging into his skin. This new angle made it feel so different, each thrust rubbing him against that spot inside her that tore a gasp from her lips.
Her breaths came faster, punctuated by soft moans she couldn’t hold back.
Ragnar felt his restraint snap in half. He sat up straighter, pulling her flush against him, their bodies slick with sweat where they pressed together. His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked hard enough to mark her.
The feeling of his fangs against her and the tingles it evoked caused her core to tighten.
The sting blended with the pleasure building between her legs, sharpening it.
She rode him harder now, hips snapping down with more force. The bed creaked under them, but she barely noticed. All that mattered was the way he throbbed inside her, the drag of his cock as she lifted and the deep thrust when she sank back. His hands slid to her ass, gripping firmly, helping guide her movements.
One of his thumbs dipped lower, circling her clit with precise pressure. The added touch made her gasp, her rhythm faltering for a moment as sparks shot through her. She ground against his hand, chasing the sensation, her body tightening around him.
He growled against her shoulder, the vibration rumbling through her. Without warning, he flipped them, rolling her onto her back in one fluid motion. She landed with a soft thud, legs wrapping around his waist immediately. He braced himself over her, one arm by her head, the other hooking under her knee to spread her wider.
He thrust back in deep. The new position let him control the pace as he fucked her harder with each thrust, skin slapping against skin. Circe arched up to meet him, her hands clutching his back, fingers struggling to gain purchase. She felt every scrape of his cock along her inner walls as he moved, the heat coiling in her belly.
His pace quickened, almost relentless now, so intense that Circe never wanted it to stop. She tilted her hips, taking him even deeper, the pressure building to a breaking point. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts.
The world narrowed to that point of contact, the fullness inside her, the friction that pushed her higher. Her breaths turned to pants, her body tensing as the edge loomed closer. Ragnar leaned down, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss, tongues tangling as he drove into her.
She broke first, the orgasm crashing over her. She clamped down around him, drawing a harsh grunt from his throat. He didn’t stop, thrusting through it, prolonging the spasms until she was trembling beneath him.
Only then did his rhythm stutter. He buried himself deep one last time, his body going taut as he came, spilling inside her with a low, ragged groan. She felt the warmth, the twitch of him as he emptied, her legs locking around him to hold him close.
They stayed like that for long moments, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync.
Ragnar finally eased back and a second later, he collapsed beside her, one arm draping over her waist, pulling her against his side.
Circe nestled into him, her body still humming from the aftershocks. His fingers traced lazy circles on her hip.
As her breathing slowed, she turned her head to look at him. His eyes were half-lidded, satisfied, but there was a softness there too. One he reserved just for her.
She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Before she could pull her hand back, he caught it, pressing a kiss to her palm. His eyes never left her face.
"I wasn’t too rough on you, was I? I wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt you." He said, a hint of concern in his voice. His long fingers wrapped around her wrist. She was so fiery and combative that he often forgot how delicate her body was.
Circe gave him a small smile before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. "It was perfect." She said against his lips. She wouldn’t have come to crave it this much if it wasn’t.
Circe had recently come to realize that she liked every part of her husband, both the gentle, attentive lover and the side of him that had just fucked her hard against the mattress. She liked everything that made him the man he was, even his witty sense of humor, which he so often used to win arguments against her.
They lay in silence after that, the fire in the hearth crackling softly, the only sound breaking the quiet, warmth enveloping them. Circe let her eyes drift shut briefly, the feeling of contentment stirring in her chest.
Ragnar’s hand continued its slow exploration, dipping lower to trace the curve of her thigh. She shifted, pressing closer, and felt him stir against her hip, already hardening again. A smile tugged at her lips as she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, dark and hungry once more.
He was insatiable when it came to her and she found that she wasn’t much different.
Instead of climbing on top of her, he rolled her so that she lay flat on her stomach.
