“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
I don’t even know what I’m doing, but my body does, moving on instinct, arching into him, chasing the intoxicating friction. Ronan lets out a low, wrecked curse, burying his face in my neck.
“God, I want to be inside of you so bad,” he growls, running his tongue over my earlobe. “You don’t mind that I don’t have protection, do you?”
“N-no,” I stutter, clearing my throat nervously. “I’ve never had to take birth control, but I could, um, get some pills on my way home or something.”
“It’s your first time doing this?” he asks, pausing to look at me.
I drop my gaze, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Y-yes.”
He remains silent, his expression unreadable. “Damn, Eleanor,” he says after a long moment, his voice rough with emotion. “I don’t think I’m deserving of this honor.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, raising my hands to cup his face. “I want to share this part of myself with you. I’m sure.”
“Oh, Eleanor,” Ronan murmurs, lowering his mouth to mine in a fiercely possessive kiss, his strong arms pressing me closer to his body as his tongue sensuously slides against mine, exploring every inch of my mouth, branding me as his.
Then he pulls back to look at me, his eyes filled with a raw, consuming hunger. “And just so you know, love…I wasn’t worried about getting you pregnant. Damn, that doesn’t actually sound like a bad idea.” He chuckles lightly, contradicting the intensity in his dreamy blue eyes. “I was worried you might not trust my health status, given my situation, but I’ll give you my word—I’m clean.”
I hold his gaze so he can feel the sincerity beneath my words. “I trust you, Ronan,” I say quietly.
His expression softens, and he reaches out to push stray strands of hair away from my face. “Oh, Eleanor…”
My name falls from his lips like a question, as if to ask me again if I am sure, if I think he’s worthy of my trust. I nod wordlessly. Because it’s true. I trust him like I’ve never trusted anyone in my life. And no matter what happens after today, one thing is sure—I will never regret this moment with him.
Ronan kisses me again, slowly this time, deeply, until our breaths become one. Then I feel him tug his pants down. Without breaking the kiss, he takes both of my hands in his, interlinking our fingers and raising our hands above our heads. Then he shifts his weight above me until the tip of his cock isnestling against my entrance. He breaks the kiss to lock his gaze on mine, his eyes communicating everything he can’t put into words. Slowly, he pushes into me.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips, my body tensing at the painful intrusion. My fingers tighten around Ronan’s as a shudder racks through me. It’s too much—too big, too overwhelming, stretching me in ways I’ve never experienced.
He stills immediately, his breathing ragged. “Eleanor,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Relax for me, baby. Breathe.”
I try, but my body isn’t listening. There’s a burn, an ache that makes me want to pull away, even as my heart begs me to stay. Ronan’s grip on my hands tightens, grounding me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice low, soothing. “Just feel me. Let me in.”
His lips trail down my cheek, along my jaw, feathering kisses that make me shiver. He moves slowly, freeing one of his hands to stroke along my thigh, then up to my waist, tracing soft circles over my skin. The tenderness in his touch contrasts with the undeniable power of his body caging me in, surrounding me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “So fucking perfect. And you’re taking me so well, baby.”
I exhale shakily, and he takes that moment to push in another inch. I whimper, my nails digging into his forearms.
“Fuck,” he grits out. His body is shaking with restraint, his muscles tight, his breathing heavy. “You’re so goddamn tight, Eleanor. You’re killing me.”
His words send a shiver through me, not of fear, but of something else entirely. I like that I’m affecting him. That he’s losing control because of me.
He kisses me again, slower this time, coaxing me into relaxation as he inches forward. My body stretches around him, still aching but adjusting. And when he finally seats himself fully inside me, he lets out a deep, guttural groan, his forehead pressing against mine. I feel full, consumed. Like I belong to him in a way I’ve never belonged to anyone.
I exhale shakily. “Ronan…”
He lifts his head, eyes dark and molten. His gaze burns through me, setting my skin ablaze.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine. “Just tell me what you need, baby. Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “No.”
His jaw flexes. “Do you want me to move?”
I hesitate, then nod. “Please.”
