He pulled out slowly, her inner walls gripping him. As if she didn’t want to let go. Then he pushed in even more slowly.
“Ronin,” she groaned, and the sound shot straight for his cock.
He fucked her in languid strokes, and she melted beneath him, her thighs quivering as she released mewling coos and rapturous moans.
Her cunt pulsed around him, and High Gods, he could fuck her forever and never tire of it.
He watched his cock plunge past the two perfect spheres of her ass, still awash in that pink flush, her hair a coppery spill of molten metal across the moonlit sheets.
She tightened around him and he knew she was close again. He could’ve edged her at least three more times, but he was honestly worried she might kill him if he attempted it.
He huffed a laugh at the thought as he hauled her upright, her wrists bound behind her, and sat on his heels as he settled her back against his chest, her head on his shoulder.
He massaged her full breasts, kissed the soft mound of skin between her neck and her shoulder, licked the salty tears from her cheeks. All while continuing to thrust up into her magnificently tight heat.
Trailing a hand down her taut stomach, he began circling her clit with gentle pressure. He cuffed a hand around her throat, holding her against him.
He’d listed her imperfections, but in his mind, shewasperfect. For him. Her strong, soft body, her flushed skin, her arousing defiance. Everything about her designed specifically to drive him wild.
And for the first time in Ronin’s three-plus centuries of life, he understood the desire to promise himself to a single someone for the rest of his immortality.
He could so easily fall in love with Mireille.
He just wasn’t sure she’d let him.
And he didn’t want to ruin this electric connection with an awkward burst ofsentimentality. Neither of them was the type.
So he tried to show her, with his gentle hands and roving mouth, how much he cared for her. How devoted he was to her pleasure, regardless of how she preferred to come by it.
She continued to move on him, moaning against his neck as he drove into her, massaging her clit.
Her inner walls tightened, pulsing around his cock, and her breathy pants accelerated.
“Ronin,please,” she breathed, then issued her own command that he was helpless to deny.
“Let me come.”
Mireille was puttyagainst Ronin’s chest.
Every nerve-ending scintillated as she rode his thick cock, his callused hands caressing her body.
He was a solid presence behind her, and she leaned all her weight onto him, confident that he’d support her.
“You ready for this, little she-wolf?”
She was incapable of any movement more taxing than a subtle nod.
The ache between her legs was unbearable. Her spent muscles quivered, exhausted from being pushed to the brink, denied, and then pushed to the brink again.
But as he stroked between her thighs, moving inside her at that slow, steady pace, everything coiled again, tightening her toward what she knew would be total and complete annihilation.
Her breathing grew erratic as she matched his thrusts.
He circled her clit with his thumb, pressing harder, and turned her face to his.
And as she stared into his beautiful, golden blue eyes, glowing with lust and affection, something rebuilt inside of her.
Those broken pieces of her heart fused back together, and a single tear stole down her cheek as he whispered against her mouth, “Let go, love.”
