Free Web NovelChapter 426: Chapter 426
Circe understood immediately. Her gaze dropped between them to the thick bulge straining against his breeches. She reached down with shaky fingers and brushed along the hard length. His cock twitched hard under her touch. She traced it again, feeling the heat and the way it jumped as she stroked from base to tip through the fabric. Ragnar’s breath hitched.
She worked the fastenings open while his thumb kept rubbing her clit in distracting circles. When the fabric parted, his thick shaft sprang free, heavy and pulsing in her palm. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slow and firm from base to tip. Ragnar groaned low in his throat.
He slid his fingers out of her with a wet sound. Circe shifted higher on his lap, gripping his cock at the base to line him up with her entrance. The blunt head pressed against her slick folds. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch burned sweetly as her walls parted around his thickness. She moaned as she settled fully onto him, every thick inch buried deep inside her.
Ragnar’s head fell back against the armchair with a deep groan. His hands tightened on her thighs as her heat enveloped him completely. Then he leaned forward and nipped at her breast, just hard enough for his fangs to lightly break skin. A tiny bead of blood welled from where he had bitten her and he immediately lapped it up with his tongue, savoring the delicious taste.
Circe stayed still for a few heartbeats, adjusting to the fullness. Then she began to move. She rose up slowly at first, feeling every ridge and vein as she lifted, then sank back down. The friction dragged a shaky breath from her.
Soon she grew bolder as she found a rhythm she preferred. Her breasts bounced with each downward stroke. The wet slap of skin meeting skin filled the room, joined by their shared ragged breathing and low moans.
She braced her hands on his broad shoulders for leverage, fingers digging into the firm muscle as she rode him harder. Pleasure built fast now, sharp and bright with every plunge of his cock into her. Through the growing haze, she felt his hand return to her clit. His thumb rubbed firm, insistent circles, pressing exactly where she needed it. The added stimulation made her cry out. Her walls clenched tight around him as waves of intense pleasure drew closer.
Ragnar’s hand moved to her waist. He gripped her firmly and began guiding her movements, pulling her down harder as he thrust up to meet her, hitting a spot inside her that made sparks burst behind her eyes. Their bodies moved together in a faster, rougher rhythm. Her moans grew louder, less controlled. His thrusts came harder, hips snapping up while he held her.
The pressure inside her coiled impossibly tight. Every stroke of his cock and every rub of his thumb pushed her closer. Her thighs trembled around his hips. She ground down on him desperately, chasing the release he had denied her for so long.
Her body tensed, muscles locking as the pleasure finally crested. She came hard around him, inner walls pulsing and fluttering in strong waves. A broken moan tore from her throat as the orgasm washed over her, leaving her shaking and gasping. freeweɓnøvel.com
He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her release, drawing it out until her movements grew sloppy. Only then did his own rhythm falter.
Ragnar kept thrusting up into her, his hips snapping with increasing force as the pressure built at the base of his spine. The feel of her tight heat around his cock was driving him mad, but it wasn’t enough. A deeper hunger rose inside him, sharp and insistent. His fangs ached, throbbing in time with every plunge into her body. He wanted to sink them into her neck, to mark her again, to drink deep from the blood that tasted like the sweetest nectar he had ever known.
He was no longer in control of the urge. His arms wrapped around her waist and he stood from the armchair in one smooth motion, lifting her with him. Circe yelped at the sudden movement, her body still impaled on his shaft. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, clinging to him as he held her close.
Ragnar gripped her ass firmly with both hands and began moving her up and down his cock as he walked them away from the chair. Each step drove him deeper inside her. He stopped at the nearest wall and pinned her back against it, using the solid surface to brace her weight. Then he started thrusting in earnest, hard and fast, chasing his release.
Circe’s breath hitched with every powerful stroke. The new angle let him hit even deeper, and she felt the stirrings of another orgasm building low in her belly. She tightened her inner walls around him, clenching on each thrust.
Ragnar let out a deep moan at the added pressure, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he drove into her harder.
His pace grew rougher, hips slamming against hers as he pinned her to the wall. The ache in his fangs became unbearable. Still thrusting deep inside her, he leaned his face into the curve of her neck. His lips brushed her skin once, then he sank his teeth in.
Circe gasped sharply as his fangs pierced her flesh. Warm blood flooded his mouth, rich and sweet, coating his tongue. He took deep pulls, swallowing greedily while he kept pounding into her. The taste of her sent fresh fire through his veins.
As he drank, something stirred awake in his chest. The shattered pieces of their mating bond slowly began to knit back together. A tether formed between them, pulling his soul back to hers. He felt a piece of her awaken inside him, mending the broken connection that had left them both hollow.
Ragnar groaned against her neck, his thrusts turning shorter and jerky as his own release crashed over him. He buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing inside her while he continued to drink from the bite. His arms tightened around her, holding her flush against him as the bond strengthened with every pull of blood and every wave of pleasure.
Circe trembled in his hold, her second orgasm washing through her in slow, rolling waves that left her limp and panting against his shoulder. Ragnar finally eased his fangs from her neck and licked the small wounds closed with gentle strokes of his tongue. He stayed buried inside her, breathing hard, as the new warmth of the mended bond settled deep in his chest.
