I thread my fingers through her hair, not directing, just connecting. She looks up, meeting my gaze as she takes me deeper, and the sight nearly finishes me. Her eyes are dark with desire, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks.
“Come here,” I growl, tugging gently.
She releases me with a final lick, then crawls up my body, her naked skin sliding against mine. In the dim light of approaching dawn, she’s ethereal—all soft curves and golden hair. She straddles me, her wet heat hovering just above where I need her most.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispers, lowering herself onto me with agonizing, teasing, slowness.
“Goddammit. You feel so good, sweetheart.”
I grip her hips, watching her face as she takes me inch by inch. Her lips part, her eyes flutter closed, and a soft moan escapesfrom her as she seats herself fully. She’s so tight, so perfect around me.
“Look at me, sweetheart. Open those eyes.”
Her eyes open, locking with mine as she begins to move. Slow at first, a gentle rock of her hips that has me clenching my jaw to maintain control. Then faster, her breathing quickening as she finds her rhythm.
Her skin gleams with a fine sheen of sweat, her breasts bounce slightly with each movement. I slide my hands up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips.
“Ronan,” she breathes, her inner muscles clenching around me. “God, you feel so good.”
I sit up, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her close while my other hand tangles in her hair. The change in angle makes her cry out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it," I whisper against her neck. Take what you need from me.”
She moves faster, chasing her pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps against my ear. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
Her body goes taut, her back arching as she cries out my name. The pulsing of her around me nearly sends me over the edge, but I hold back, wanting to prolong this moment.
As she comes down from her high, I roll us, pressing her into the mattress. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles crossing at thesmall of my back as I begin to thrust—deep, merciless strokes that have her moaning again.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, the words pulled from somewhere primal inside me. “Say it.”
“I’m yours. All yours, Ronan.”
Those words, combined with the perfect heat of her body, shatter my control. I drive into her one final time, burying my face in her neck as I come with an intensity that leaves me breathless. My cock twitches as I deliver my spend and coat her inner walls with my come.
We lie tangled together as the room gradually brightens with Christmas morning. Her fingers trace patterns on my back, her heartbeat slowing beneath my cheek. A euphoric cocktail of chemicals and hormones spirals upwards through my brain.
I press a kiss to the curve of her breast. That was quite a wake-up call.”
She laughs softly. “I wanted to give you your present early.”
“Best present I’ve ever received.” I prop myself up to look at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, the contentment in her eyes.
I must have saved the world in my past life, because there’s no other explanation why I have this woman here right now.
10
RAYNE
Ican’t stop staring at the clouds outside the window. They look like a fluffy white carpet stretching to the horizon, bathed in golden afternoon light. It’s surreal—like I’m in a dream where everything is both beautiful and impossible.
The flight attendant materializes at my side, bottle poised. “More champagne?”
“Oh, no thanks.” I still have half a glass, forgotten in my hand.
She gives me a professional smile and retreats to wherever flight attendants go on private jets. Because that’s where I am. A private jet. Thirty thousand feet in the air, headed to Italy—a place I’ve only seen in movies and travel magazines I flipped through in doctors’ waiting rooms.
