So I kissed him.
If he wasn’t going to talk to me now, if he couldn’t talk to me… I just wanted to make whatever was weighing on him a little lighter. I could take some of that weight and help him carry it.
He’d come to me. He’d come home to me and gotten undressed.
I was his safety, just as he was mine.
So I nudged his mouth open and licked my tongue along his lip, melting into the taste of him. My body softened against his. I gave myself to him, so he knew I wasn’t angry with him.
Hell yes, if he’d done something I should be angry about, we’d fight that out tomorrow.
He knew as much.
But tonight, and every day, I had nothing but love for the man standing in front of me, angry or not. I needed him to know that right now.
He started kissing me back, hesitantly at first, like he wasn’t sure I wanted this… this darkness in him. I could feel his need and his struggle to control himself, to hold himself back. I could taste it as he pushed in closer and dug his tongue deeper. As his hands closed on my waist and his fingers bit into me.
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips, as he pushed me back toward the bed.
I felt the heat of his body, the stiff warmth of his erection pressing into my nightgown. I could feel his urgency as he pushed me back onto the bed and crawled over me, and I clung to him, pulling him down with me.
He pushed up my nightgown with his strong hands. I fucking loved those hands. Warm, sure, a little rough. Squeezing… taking.
He squeezed my naked breast and I moaned into his mouth. Then his hand moved down, between my legs, and he slid his fingers over my pussy. I spread my legs, whimpering as he stroked my opening. We kissed roughly, deeply as he grabbed his cock and slicked my wetness over his head; I felt him do it, his battered knuckles brushing me. Then he notched his cock into my opening.
I cocked my hips toward him, wanting him inside.
He broke our kiss on a groan and shoved into me, slamming me down on the bed.
I moaned.
He grabbed my wrists and fell on top of me, and he fucked me, hard. I wrapped my legs up around his waist to take him deeper, and he buried his face in my neck as he pounded into me. His teeth bit a gentle path along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. But there was nothing gentle about his thrusts, the pounding of his hips against me, his hands on my wrists, holding me down.
I could feel his pain, his hunger, his desperation for this with every touch, every thrust.
And I just wanted him to give it all to me.
“Give it to me,” I rasped, and he drove in deeper, harder, grunting with each thrust. “More…” I gasped.
He let my wrists go and reached an arm under my hips, hiking me up against him. His pelvis slammed against mine, hitting my clit and setting off fireworks.
“Oh fuck…” I gasped. “I’m gonna come… if you don’t… slow down…”
He answered that by grabbing my hips with both hands and fucking me faster. His cock battered into me, again and again, and the pleasure spiked down my back, erupting as it tore me inside-out. I screamed, my pussy clamping down on his dick.
He folded over me, murmuring his pleasure in my ear, licking my neck… and fucking me, slowly but hard, through my orgasm.
I lay panting and just trying to find enough breath to recover, when he pulled out and flipped me over by my hips.
He pushed me down on the bed, grabbing my hair in a fistful at the base of my neck. He tugged my head back and gently bit my throat as he entered me. He tipped my hips back to meet his thrusts with one strong hand, and I took him. Hard, fast, he pounded into me.
“Yessss,” I hissed, barely able to keep up with the sensations. My body was lit up with the pleasure, drunk on the ecstasy of the orgasm that was still fading. And I wanted all of it, so fucking bad.
I wanted to make him feel good.
I always wanted to make people feel good. But I wanted it with Ronan the most. I wanted to make this man feel things he’d never felt before.
This was how I knew. I knew that I loved him.
And the harder he fucked me… the more he lost his rhythm and tightened his grip on my hip and my hair… the rougher his breathing got and the more he growled and swore as he held me down and fucked me—like I was the one ravaging him—the more drunk on it I got.
My head was spinning.
“Yes… Ronan… fuck me…”
Then he came, his body stiffening over mine. His hips swiveled into me with a few final jerks. I felt him explode, that deep, primal pulse as he released into me, as his body was wracked with the pleasure.
“Fuck… sweetheart…” he growled.
He released my hair and his big hands smoothed over my hips. He gripped them tight and pushed into me again, and again, his thrusts gentling, his cock still spasming.
I softened beneath him, giving out. Exhausted, emotionally and physically.
When he was finally sated, he pulled out and shifted to the side. I rolled onto my back and he settled next to me, heaving a heavy sigh.
I tossed my arm over my eyes. The lamp wasn’t bright, but right now it was way too bright, and I didn’t have the energy to turn it off.
“What a fucking night,” I sighed.
The bed moved a little as Ronan hissed out a breath, and I peeked at him from under my arm. His big body lay sprawled next to mine, glistening with sweat. He was smirking, just a little.
“Did you just laugh?” I said.
He sighed.
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