“Isabelle …” he hummed against her breast.
She pushed her hips up at him, taking more of his finger inside her, clenching around him. When he withdrew his hand, she whimpered in protest. However, he released her nipple and began to move down, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him. Looking down, she met his green-gold gaze just as he was descending between her thighs.
“Oh!”
He growled against her when she closed her eyes. When he didn’t move any further, she opened them and glanced down at him. It was like he was telling her not to turn away as he pressed his mouth to her.
She gasped as she felt his tongue graze her, but she didn’t tear her eyes away. He feasted on her, licking and sucking at her most intimate part. It was dirty and depraved, and she loved it. Pleasure built up inside her, and the moment his tongue found her clit, she closed her eyes and lifted her hips up. His hands cupped her ass, bringing her closer to his mouth, tonguing her even harder as her body shook with her orgasm. Even as she felt the pleasure ebb away, he didn’t stop but continued to lick and suck at her until her body gave him what he wanted.
“Ransom,” she moaned. “I need you.”
He let out a pleased growl, the rattling in his chest making her core clench despite the two orgasms she’d already had. His body slid along hers, the rough hairs on his chest tickling her. Bracing himself on one elbow, he reached below, but his gaze never left hers. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t, and instead, held his. When the blunt tip of his cock nudged at her, she sighed and relaxed her body. Slowly, he slid in. She accommodated him as best as she could, but it had been too long. A bead of sweat formed at his temple, and his face scrunched up as if he was struggling. Finally, he was all the way inside, seated in her fully.
His face softened before he leaned down to kiss her again. His mouth moved against her with aching need, coaxing her lips open as his hips began to move. Her legs wrapped around his waist, taking him deeper into her, meeting his thrusts. Pulling away from her, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deep.
Her fingers scratched down his back as the sensations became too much. His deep, hard thrusts and the drag of his cock inside her were pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she cried out and dug her fingers into his skin. She thought she heard a pained groan, but the blood roaring in her ears muffled it. Her body shuddered with a mindless orgasm making her forget herself and everything around her until she could only concentrate on the moment she peaked.
He slowed down, and she relaxed. But he wasn’t stopping. No, he leaned back onto his heels, hooked his hands under her knees, then lifted her torso and pulled her onto his cock, impaling her as she sank down on him. Grabbing onto his shoulders, she moved her hips to meet his upward thrusts and pressed her mouth to his. Their tongues and lips met in a tangle of desperate need. She could feel all the tension in his body, but he wouldn’t stop. She cried out at a particularly hard thrust and clung to him.
“One more, princess,” he groaned. “Come on my cock.”
“Gahh!” Her body seized as it shook with another powerful orgasm. He drove her down to the bed, pinning her with his large frame until she could only feel the pressure of his weight on her. He finally joined her over the edge, grunting and groaning as his cock thrust into her one last time, filling her with his warm seed. His arms wound around her tight and then pulled her on top of him as he fell back. She landed on top of him with a soft thud, melting against his chest. Her pulse was racing, but eventually, it slowed to normal, and she rolled off him, burying her face in the cool sheets.
The mattress shifted as he moved behind her, his large arm slipping around her waist. She always felt so safe afterward when he would hold her like this. But now, there was a scratching in her brain, a voice telling her not to let her guard down, to build the walls around her heart before he had a chance to sneak in there again.
It nagged at her, and she decided she couldn’t go through that again. Couldn’t fall for him only to have her heart crushed. And if she were being honest, she didn’t tell him about Evan as soon as he came back, not because she was afraid for Evan, but for herself.
She wiggled away from him, but his grip tightened. “I … I have to go to the bathroom.” His arm lifted away, and she scrambled off the bed and grabbed her robe. She dashed to the bathroom sink and cleaned herself up, dampening a washcloth to rub his scent and seed from her body. Tying the sash around her body tightly, she straightened her shoulders, determined to do what needed to be done.
Ransom was still on his back, eyes shut. As she drew nearer, one golden green orb opened, and his mouth curled up into a smile. “Come back to bed,” he said huskily, curling his finger at her. “It’s early yet. I might be down, but I’m a long way from out.”
Her wolf and her body both reacted wanting to be near him, the memories of that week with him flooding her mind. He could go all night long, sometimes needing only a minute or two to recover. Heat crept into her cheeks, but she blew a breath out. “You should go,” she said, trying to steady her
