Free Web NovelChapter 338: Chapter 338
He shoved the breeches down his hips in one motion, kicking them off the side of the bed along with his small clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already fully hard.
The flushed head glistened faintly at the tip. His tunic followed, it was pulled over his head and discarded to the corner of the room.
Circe’s gaze locked on him immediately. She couldn’t look away for more than a heartbeat. The sight of him, the firm muscles of broad shoulders, the hard planes of his chest and stomach, the dark trail of hair leading down to his groin, it all sent a fresh pulse of heat through her core. She had seen him like this countless times, yet the hunger never dulled. If anything, it sharpened.
He caught her staring and gave a low, rough chuckle. "Like what you see?"
Her throat felt dry. She didn’t answer with words. Instead she reached for him, fingers curling around the base of his shaft. He was warm in her hand and she gave a slow stroke that made his breath hitch. Ragnar’s eyes darkened further. He climbed back onto the bed, settling between her parted thighs, his weight braced on his forearms so he could hover just above her.
Their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss. His lips were firm, and demanding, tasting faintly of her. He angled his head, tongue sliding against hers in long, lazy strokes that soon turned hungry. Circe opened for him completely, her hands roaming up his back, nails dragging lightly over the ridges of muscle. She arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest, and he groaned into her mouth.
While he kissed her senseless, one of his hands drifted down her body. Calloused fingertips skimmed over her ribs, her hip, then slipped between her thighs. Two fingers pushed inside her easily, she was still slick, swollen, sensitive from before.
He moved them languidly, curling just enough to brush that spot inside her again and again. The rhythm was slow, almost lazy, but it made her hips roll in small, helpless circles. She couldn’t concentrate on the kiss anymore, every time she tried to match his tongue, his fingers stroked deeper and her breath stuttered.
He broke the kiss at last, pulling back just far enough to watch her face. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, eye half-lidded with lust.
"Can’t even kiss me properly when I’m inside you," he murmured, voice rough as grovel. "Need more?"
"Yes," she managed, the word barely audible.
Ragnar withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while holding her gaze. Then he shifted, gripping the base of his cock and guiding the head to her entrance. He rubbed himself along her folds first, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her clit with the blunt tip until she whimpered and lifted her hips in silent plea.
He pressed forward slowly. Inch by thick inch, he sank into her, filling her until their hips met and he was buried to the hilt. Circe’s head tipped back against the pillow, a long, shaky exhale escaping her. Ragnar stayed still for several heartbeats, savouring how perfectly they fit, how tightly she gripped him.
Then he began to move.
At first the thrusts were deep,and controlled. He pulled out almost entirely before sliding back in. Each slow withdrawal dragged against her sensitive walls, each steady plunge pushed the air from her lungs and made her pulse thump out of control. Circe wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him closer, deeper.
He braced one hand beside her head, the other sliding under her hip to tilt her pelvis. The new angle let him grind against her clit with every thrust. Her nails scored down his shoulders.
"Harder," she breathed.
Ragnar obliged.
His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with more force. The bed creaked under them. Wet sounds filled the room again, skin against skin, the slick glide of him moving inside her. He dropped his head, mouth finding her throat, teeth grazing the pulse point there before he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
Circe moaned, loud and unrestrained as he shifted again, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder. The position opened her wider, let him sink even deeper. She cried out at the first thrust in this new angle, wrecking so thoroughly. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly with every thrust.
Her hand slipped between them, fingers tentatively finding her clit and circling the way he had done before, the way she liked when she was this close. Ragnar’s thrusts grew rougher, less controlled, pure need taking over now as his own peak drew closer. His breathing turned ragged, muscles flexing under her palms as he drove into her again and again.
She shattered first. The orgasm ripped through her and her inner walls clamped down hard around his cock. She arched off the bed again, a broken cry tearing from her throat. Ragnar swore under his breath, hips stuttering as he spilled the first ropes of come.
One last deep thrust and he buried himself fully, grinding against her as he spilled inside her completely in hot, thick pulses. His groan was low and guttural, vibrating against her neck. He kept moving through it in shallow, uneven rolls of his hips until they were both trembling, oversensitive, and fully spent. freēwēbnovel.com
For a long minute neither of them moved. Ragnar stayed inside her, softening slowly. Their breaths mingled, harsh and uneven at first, then gradually slowing. He pressed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to her lips.
Finally he eased out of her. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she curled against his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, resting heavy and possessive against her, while his other hand stroked idly down her spine.
The morning light was much brighter now, spilling gold across the sheets and their tangled limbs. Outside, the other inhabitants of the manor were waking up. But here, in this bed, time still belonged to them.
Circe pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat. "We should get up," she murmured to hjm, though she made no move to leave his arms.
Ragnar’s hand tightened on her hip. "Not yet," he said, voice rough with satisfaction.
She smiled against his skin and let herself stay exactly where she was.
