Page 241 of Sweet Temptation
“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.
Then his hand found mine and he entwined our fingers. I remembered how rough his hands had looked, and tried not to squeeze.
“You know,” I told him, “you can try to stop this.”
“What?”
“You can try… but it’s too late for me,” I confessed, and damn, did it make me feel vulnerable. But I removed my arm from my eyes and looked at him. “I already love you, Ronan.”
“I don’t want to stop this,” he said in a low voice. Then he leaned in and kissed me gently, his luscious lips dragging over mine. “Fuck, I love you, Summer.”
My heart tore right open and angels sang. But I just whispered, “You better,” and smiled at him softly.
