Free Web NovelChapter 318: Chapter 318
He denied her for a heartbeat longer before finally closing his lips over the nipple and sucking, teasing the sensitive peak with his tongue in a way that tore a gasp from her throat.
While his mouth worked her, his free hand skimmed down her side, following the dip of her waist before curving possessively over her hip. He squeezed once firmly before sliding inward. His fingertips brushed the crease where her thigh met her sex, teasing the sensitive skin there with feather-light strokes until her hips jerked helplessly.
Ragnar released her nipple with a quiet, obscene pop and shifted to the other breast, lavishing it with the same slow attention, licking, sucking, occasionally scraping the edge of his teeth just enough to pull a broken moan from her lips. All the while, his hand kept wandering, never quite touching where she wanted him most. He traced the seam of her folds without parting them, letting his fingertips glide through the slickness, spreading it upward until even the slightest brush against her clit made her thighs snap shut around his wrist.
He hummed against her skin, pleased by her reaction as he gently pushed her legs apart again. This time he settled fully between them, his broad shoulders spreading her wide. His mouth left her breasts, trailing wet, lingering kisses down the center of her chest, over the soft curve of her stomach. He paused only to dip his tongue into her navel, savoring the way her muscles fluttered beneath him.
When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he pressed slow, sucking kisses along the sensitive crease of her inner thigh—first one side, then the other—working closer and closer without touching her center.
Then he sank his teeth into her soft flesh, hard enough to make her gasp but not nearly enough to break skin. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She liked it, liked the way it stirred something dark and hungry deep inside her. For the first time, she wondered what it would feel like to have his fangs sink into her flesh.
Circe’s breathing had turned ragged, her chest heaving. Her hands fisted the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Every time his breath ghosted directly over her clit, she whimpered, hips lifting in a silent plea. She was needy now, desperate for the kind of pleasure he was so skilled at wringing from her.
Only then did he give her what she was silently begging for. He flattened his tongue and licked a single, broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. Her entire body jolted off the mattress. He did it again, slower this time, letting the tip of his tongue tease the swollen bud before sealing his lips around it and sucking gently. The suction was steady and rhythmic, perfectly matched to the way her hips rocked helplessly against his mouth.
One of his hands slid beneath her, palm cupping the curve of her ass, lifting her higher so he could angle himself deeper.
Two fingers of his other hand circled her entrance, gathering her wetness before pressing inside. He went slowly, letting her feel every ridge and knuckle as he sank them in till the last joint. He curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his tongue worked her clit in tight, relentless circles.
Circe’s moans turned sharp and broken, spilling freely now. Her thighs trembled around his head. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping hard enough to sting. He increased the pace, sucking harder, fingers thrusting faster and curling deeper. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he continued his carnal ministrations.
When her walls began to flutter around his fingers, he knew she was close. He sealed his mouth over her clit again, sucking in short, pulsing pulls. He let go of her ass and his now free hand slid up her body to find her breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple to heighten the sensation coursing through her.
She came with a choked cry, her spine bowing off the mattress, thighs clamping tight around his ears. He worked her through it without mercy, drawing out every aftershock until she was shaking, and gasping for air.
Ragnar lifted his head up when her legs finally fell open again, boneless and spent. Her release glistened on his lips and chin. freewebnσvel.cøm
Holding her dazed, unfocused gaze, his tongue darted out to lick his lips and as he did, he made sure she saw the hunger still burning in his eyes.
He trailed his way back up her body until he settled his clothed weight between her still-trembling thighs. The heat that radiated off him pressed insistently against her through layers of fabric, brushing her oversensitive center and coaxing a soft, breathless sound from her lips before she could stop it.
He kissed her then, stealing her breath. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing polite about the way his tongue swept against hers as she tasted herself on his mouth. Her core tightened in response.
When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm and uneven. His voice was rough with lust as his cock hardened and strained against the fabric of his breeches.
"We’re not finished yet, wife," he murmured. "Not even close."
He shifted his hips, grinding against her in slow, maddening drags, letting the friction spark and spread until it lit every nerve anew. Before she could gather herself, his mouth returned to her skin, moving from her throat, down to her collarbone, then the soft swell of her breasts, kissing and tasting every inch of her with aching desire. He teased her body over and over again while still denying himself the pleasure of sinking into her tight heat.
Drunk on lust and pleasure, Circe’s fingers fumbled at the hem of his shirt, desperate for the feel of his bare skin as she struggled to strip him of his clothes. He caught her wrists before she could succeed, lifting them gently but firmly above her head, and holding them there.
