Free Web NovelChapter 337: Chapter 337
Circe stirred slowly from sleep, the first pale hints of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of their chamber. The world felt distant and muted, as though she were floating in a dream-like state, hovering just over wakefulness. Her body was warm and heavy, pleasantly languid, the exhaustion that crashed over her after the excitement wore off still clinging to her muscles like a second skin.
Yet something tugged at her awareness, coaxing her gently toward wakefulness.
A warm, insistent pressure moved unhurriedly along her skin.
Her lashes fluttered. She opened her eyes only a fraction, keeping them narrowed to slits, not quite ready to fully emerge from the haze. Ragnar was there, his broad form hovering over her, dark and solid against the dim glow of dawn. His breath brushed hot against her abdomen, each exhale raising goosebumps along her skin.
The thin nightgown she had slipped into the night before no longer covered her properly. Sometime while she slept, he must have eased it upward, the soft fabric was now gathered just beneath her armpits now, leaving her bare to the cool air of the chamber. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the rest of her exposed beneath his gaze and touch.
He hadn’t noticed her watching yet. His focus was entirely on her. His lips traced a path downward. He began at the hollow of her throat, pressing a lingering kiss there before moving to her collarbone. His mouth followed the curve of her shoulder, then dipped to the swell of her breast. His lips closed over one nipple, sucking gently as his tongue flicked against the sensitive peak. A sharp shiver raced through her, but she forced herself to remain still, swallowing the sound that threatened to escape.
He lingered, alternating between soft bites and slow, soothing licks. One hand came up to cup her other breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. Heat bloomed low in her body, a slow, gathering warmth that spread with every careful movement.
Ragnar shifted lower, his kisses trailing over her ribs and across her stomach. The faint scrape of his beard against her skin sent sparks skittering outward, each touch leaving her more aware, more exposed. Circe’s fingers twitched against the sheets, curling slightly, but she kept her eyes slitted, watching him through her lashes.
His expression was intent, almost reverent, as though he were committing every inch of her to memory. It was as though their short time apart had stoked his hunger for her, eager for the intimate press of their bodies.
He reached her navel, his tongue dipping briefly into the shallow hollow before continuing downward. He kissed along the line of her hip, nipping gently before soothing it with his lips. His hands slid along her thighs, parting them with one smooth motion.
Cool air brushed against her exposed center, and she felt herself already slick with want. Ragnar paused then, his head lifting. His gaze met hers, like he had felt her staring.
Their eyes locked.
His darkened with hunger; hers widened slightly, breath catching as she realized she had been discovered ogling him like he was a piece of dessert. A small, slow smile curved his mouth, the expression was full of promise, but he said nothing. He simply lowered his head again, his breath warm against her most sensitive place.
His lips found her clit first, pressing a soft, almost tender kiss there before his tongue followed, licking upward in a languid stroke. Circe’s hips jerked despite her efforts, a quiet gasp slipping free.
She squeezed her eyes shut as Ragnar’s hands tightened on her thighs firmly holding her wide open. He took his time, exploring her intently. His tongue circled her in slow, teasing patterns, alternating between light flicks that made her ache and firmer presses that sent her pulse racing. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
One hand slid inward, his fingers tracing the slick folds before easing one inside her. He curled it gently, finding a rhythm that matched the steady movements of his mouth. Pleasure built steadily, coiling low in her belly, each stroke drawing her closer to the edge.
Her hands moved of their own accord, threading into his hair, holding him right where he was, torturing her with the sweetest type of torment. He added a second finger, stretching her slightly as his mouth closed around her clit.
Her breathing grew shallow and uneven, each inhale a quiet hitch. The room filled with the soft, intimate sounds of his attentions, the slow slide of his fingers, the faint hum of approval in his throat as her body responded so eagerly to him.
He quickened his pace, tongue lashing faster, fingers thrusting deeper, striking that perfect place inside her again and again until light burst behind her closed eyes.
Circe arched against him, her body tightening, the pleasure cresting too fast now to hold back. Ragnar didn’t stop. He didn’t relent. His free hand pressed firmly against her hip, holding her down even as she trembled. free𝑤ebnovel.com
The release crashed through her in waves, stealing her breath. Her muscles clenched around his fingers as a low, broken moan tore from her throat. She shuddered beneath him, every nerve alight.
Ragnar eased her down from her high. The flicks of his tongue softened, his fingers slowing until the tremors faded and she went slack against the bed, breathless and spent.
He withdrew carefully, pressing one last kiss to her inner thigh before moving up beside her. His weight settled comfortably at her side, familiar and reassuring. He pulled the nightgown back down over her body, smoothing the fabric into place, covering her once more.
Circe turned her face toward him, her eyes fully open now, cheeks flushed and lips parted. Ragnar met her gaze, taking in the satisfied flush on her cheeks. He brushed a stray strand of hair that clung to her forehead, his touch gentle.
For a long moment, they lay there in silence, the aftermath wrapping around them like the soft glow of morning light creeping further into the room.
Ragnar lingered beside her for only a moment longer, letting the quiet settle between them. Then he sat up, the mattress dipping under his weight. Circe watched, still hazy from her release, as he reached for the fastenings of his breeches. His fingers worked quickly, working it open.
