“You’re mine,” he growled into her ear. “I’m making love to you now and claiming you as forever mine. Do you understand that, Bella? There’s no going back this time, no denying what we have between us.”
Biting her lower lip, she found his gaze and nodded.
“Are you ready for—”
She stopped his words with her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Shut up, Ronan, and put your hands on me.” To seal the deal, she cupped his c**k through the fabric of his pants and stroked it.
He groaned her name.
Using the pressure of his mouth, he pushed her back into the pillows while her fingers sought and freed the buttons of his jeans. There was something incredibly erotic about undressing this man and having him slowly undress her. The deliberate revealing of warm, bare flesh. The leisurely press and slide of skin against skin.
Undressing alone took her breath away.
Then they were completely naked and he was kissing her throat, nipping the tender part of her neck just under her earlobe, and Bella’s rational and ordered cognition disappeared.
He rasped the edge of his teeth along her skin, raising goose bumps and making her ni**les go hard, then slid his tongue along her skin, headed toward her br**sts. In the back of his throat he made a low noise like the taste of her skin was intoxicating.
Stopping at one nipple and then the other, he gave both lavish attention, tracing every pucker, every hill and valley, with the tip of his tongue until she squirmed beneath him, arching her back.
He dropped down, dipping the tip of his tongue into her belly button, and then moved even lower. One strong hand planted on her inner thigh, he forced her legs to part then lowered his mouth to her sex. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking back and forth until it grew swollen with need.
Rubbing his finger around her opening, he petted her until she wanted to scream, before spearing two thick digits within and thrusting in and out. He sealed his mouth over her clit at the same time and worked it with his tongue until she writhed and bucked beneath him with the need to come.
He didn’t allow it.
Building her toward an incredible, explosive climax instead, he kneed her thighs apart and braced his hands on either side of her head. The smooth head of his wide c**k nudged her entrance, and all her female muscles deep within clenched in anticipation.
He stared down at her. “I haven’t been with a woman since I met you, Bella. There is only you for me.” Her eyes widened and her breath caught. Then he thrust the head of his c**k inside her, parting her folds and stretching her muscles. Inch by slow, mind-blowing inch, he fed her his wide, long shaft. Her head fell back into the pillows on a moan, and her spine arched as he went to the hilt inside her, filling her completely.
Tears pricked her eyes. “Ronan.” His name came out broken. Grief for the years they’d lost warred with the joy of their reunion. The joy won.
Then he was thrusting in and out of her and primal lust took over.
“Look at me while you come,” he commanded.
She forced her gaze to focus on his as the climax he’d withheld crashed into her with double the force.
Pleasure filled every part of her body and mind as she came around his pistoning cock. Bella cried his name, tears squeezing from her eyes as sweet emotion and sexual ecstasy ruled her. As it ebbed, she held on to him, shuddering, her body eager for more.
He nipped her earlobe before dropping his head to lave over a diamond-hard nipple, nipping at it gently with the edges of his teeth. “There are so many different ways I want to take you. We have decades to make up for. Turn over.”
He turned her to her stomach and slid a hand under her hips, forcing her bottom to fit against the hard jut of his cock. Parting her thighs, she dropped her head and offered herself to him completely. He ran his fingers over her sex and thrust inside, making her shudder. Then he guided the head of his c**k in and drove it to the hilt in one long, hard, deep thrust that made her eyes roll back into her head.
Gliding a possessive hand from her breast, over her abdomen, and between her legs, he found her clit, engorged and sensitive, and petted it lightly as he mounted her. He slid in and out of her, slowly at first, teasingly rubbing around her swollen clit and stroking down farther to play where his c**k thrust inside her, then back up through all her sensitive folds. Under his masterful touch, she was lost in a sea of pleasure and clawed the bedsheets.
He thrust faster and harder, finding her clit and rubbing it as he took her.
Pleasure built, swelled, and then exploded through her. She called his name as it crashed over her in waves, each one more intense than the last. He milked every last ounce of it from her that he could, pushing her from one stuttering climax into a second one. She heard Ronan cry her name as he came and they collapsed to the mattress in a sated tangle.
After a moment of heavy breathing, Ronan rolled to the side and dragged her along with him. The blankets and sheets were in an awful knot, and she had a twinge of regret for messing up someone else’s bed, but somehow she thought that’s exactly what Aurora had expected, had wanted even.
She snuggled into the curve of his body with a happy sigh. “Remember what you said on the rooftop about fear robbing us of so many years?”
He stroked her bare shoulder with his hand. “Yes.” His voice rumbled out of him deep and steady. It could lull her to sleep, that voice.
“Let’s not let fear steal any more time from us.”
He tightened his embrace. “No, my love. No one is stealing anything away from us now, not even the Summer Queen herself.”
Bella shivered. She hoped not. That was a bridge they had yet to cross, and the queen was not the forgiving sort.
Nor was she the bargaining sort.
They stayed on the bed, letting the fire warm and illuminate the room and watching the snow gently drift down past the tree limbs above them, land on the glass ceiling, and melt. Day faded to twilight and then to darkness. Tomorrow night was Yuletide Eve. The winter solstice.
The longest night of the year.
Ronan allowed his hands to stray over her body, touching her possessively. He stroked her br**sts and ni**les constantly, brushed her shoulders, back, and stomach as if trying to memorize every inch of her flesh.
Often he delved between her thighs and thrust his fingers inside her over and over, let them play on her clit until she was a messy jumble of panting desire. He brought her to shuddering climax after climax until she could barely think, let alone walk.