“Fuck…” I gasp as I inch in, her wetness gripping me, sending pleasure shooting through my whole body. “There you go. See? I knew you’d make it fit. Knew you’d make room for me. You feel so good. Good girl…such a good girl…” I whisper, guiding her, as I push my hips forward, feeling her engulf me, until I’m fully seated within her.
She’s so tight around me, I might actually die.
She gasps, as I circle my hips, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fill her completely. The sensation of her surrounding me—so tight, so warm—sends a shudder through my entire body. It’s everything I imagined it would be, and more. So much more.
“Gods, Eira,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers as I try to catch my breath. “You feel so fuckingperfect.”
She whimpers softly, her hips rocking against mine, and her legs tremble in my arms as she adjusts to the feeling of me inside her. Her hands slide down my back, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, sending sparks of heat through me.
I start to move, slow and deliberate at first, savouring the way her body responds to mine, the way she tightens around me with every thrust. The sounds she makes—the soft gasps, the breathless moans—drive me to the brink of madness. I want to make her feel everything. I want her to know that she’s mine, that no one will ever make her feel the way I do.
“This tight little pussy is mine. All mine. Can’t you feel how perfect it feels wrapped around my cock?”
She gasps as I grind my hips against her, pressing into her as deeply as I can go, her nails digging into my back as I increase the pace, her hips lifting to meet each thrust. The sensation of her body moving against mine, the heat between us, it’s almost too much. I can feel the tension building in her,the way her body is trembling beneath me, and it only drives me harder, faster.
“I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “This sweet little pussy was made for me. I need to feel your body come undone with me inside you, with my name on your lips.”
Her breath catches, her back bowing, arching her body into mine, and I can feel the tremor in her legs as she nears the edge. My hand slips between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as I thrust into her, each movement sending her higher and higher.
“Rylan…” she gasps, her body trembling beneath me, her hands gripping my shoulders as if she’s holding on for dear life.
She tightens around me, her body tensing as she teeters on the brink of release. The sensation of her so close, the heat of her body wrapped around mine, it’s almost too much to bear. I’m close too, so close, but I need to hear her first. I need to feel her come apart in my arms.
“Come for me, Eira,” I whisper, my voice rough with the strain of holding back. “Let me hear you completely break apart.”
And I fuck her. “You’re sex incarnate. It’s never felt like this. What are you doing to me?” I babble, losing my mind as I fuck her.
Pulling all the way out and slam back in, to the rhythm of my fingers circling her clit.
She arches and rakes her nails down me, and I know…she’s ready.
“Now, Eira, come for me now.”
And she does. Her entire body tenses, her nails leaving bloody half moon imprints of her climax, as she cries out my name, her orgasm ripping through her in waves of pleasure. The sound of her, the way she feels as she squeezes soimpossibly tightly around me, is utter perfection. I grit my teeth, waiting for the last of her tremors to wrack through her, before I let go, and with one final thrust, I’m lost in her, my body trembling with the force of my release.
“Gods, I’m never ever going to be sated of my desire for you,” I cry, as I empty inside her, pleasure stealing me of all thought, all words.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the feel of her body pressed against mine, and the lingering heat between us. Slowly, I collapse onto the couch beside her, pulling her into my arms, holding her close as we both try to catch our breath. Her skin is still warm against mine, her chest rising and falling as she recovers, her head resting on my shoulder.
My fingers run through her hair, brushing it away from her face, as I press a soft kiss to her forehead. My heart is still racing, but there’s a calmness settling over me now, a peace I haven’t felt in a long time. The weight of everything that’s been building between us is gone, replaced by something far deeper, something I can’t put into words.
She shifts slightly, curling closer into me, her hand resting on my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my muscles. There’s no rush to speak, no urgency to break the silence.
I pull her tighter against me, pressing another kiss to her hair. “You’re more incredible than I could’ve even dreamed,” I murmur, a thickness in my chest I can’t explain.
She smiles softly against my skin, her breath sweet and warm. “I could say the same about you,” she whispers. “But then, you probably already knew that,” she teases with a wink.
I can’t help but laugh at that. And I know that there could never be any more perfect moment than this.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Eirabella
Rylan’s breathingis soft and steady, his chest rising and falling under my head when I wake sometime around sunrise. My body is still deliciously sore from the way he’d thoroughly ravaged me last night. After we’d recovered from the first time, he’d laid me out on the rug in front of the fire and, as promised, had kissed every inch of my skin. He hadn’t mentioned the scars running along the tops of my thighs or around my wrists—just kissed each one with reverence, before moving on to my stomach, and over the swell of my breasts. Then he’d flipped me over so I was bracing against the side of the couch, hovering over his face as he licked me to within an inch of my life, until my thighs had shaken with the effort of holding myself up. Once I’d come, legs barely holding under me, he’d dragged me over his cock, and had me ride him until I felt like my entire body was moulded to him, and I’d come so hard my throat was hoarse from calling his name.
I sigh and wriggle closer against him, pulling on the arm draped over my waist, needing to feel more of him around me. He stirs in his sleep, burying his face in my hair, murmuring something unintelligible. It’s adorable and sexy both at once, and I almost want to wake him up so I can look into those eyes that have come to feel like home to me. But I don’t. After what happened last night, it’s hard to know what to expect today. With the fire dwindling, sunlight filtering through the thick velvet curtains, and his desire fulfilled, I wonder if, when he wakes, it will be a recreation of the morning at the inn. As if sensing the thoughts in my head, he pulls me closer, and his lips whisper a single name, “Valora.”
I freeze. And my heart breaks. It was hard enough hearing the name of another woman on his lips months ago, when he was just the handsome but mysterious captor, but now, knowing that she’s the ghost against whom all other women, including me, will be measured, it’s almost unbearable. I should have known better. I knew, I knew that he was never going to get over her, and I let his sweet words and heated kisses distract me from that. The only thing I can do now is try to leave with what little dignity I have left.
