Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
"Ronan!"
"You want more?" he demands, reaching between us again. He grabs his erection, pressing the head of it against my hole. "Stay still, songbird. Let me put the tip in. Just the tip. Fuck, I need to feel you around my cock when you're coming on me."
Oh, my god.
"I…I…" I start to tell him that I've never done any of this before but the words get lost somewhere between my brain and my mouth when I feel the head of his erection breech my opening. I writhe beneath him, moaning his name.
"You like that, songbird?" he whispers, panting against my ear. "Fuck, your hot little cunt is already strangling my cock." He pushes the head into me and then back out, both of us groaning. Both of us writhing.
"More," I plead. "Please, more."
"No."
"Please. Oh, please. Oh, please." I scratch down his back, not above fighting dirty to get what I want right now. I want him in me, satisfying the ache deep inside. I need him inside to satisfy it. Nothing else will suffice.
He curses, pushing the head of his cock inside me again. "Stay still," he growls, grabbing my hip in one hand. He reaches between us with the other, grinding his thumb against my clit as he presses his lips to my ear. "Be and good girl and come on my cock just like this, songbird. Don't make me spank your pussy to get what I want."
"Ronan," I sob, shocked and turned on by the filthy, dominant way he speaks to me, as if my body is his to do with as he pleases. As if he's in charge here and my only job is to take what he gives me. I like it a little too much, I think.
"Come, songbird," he rasps. "Right fucking now." He delivers a sharp bite to my lobe, grinding against my clit at the same time.
The combination of pleasure and pain sends me catapulting over the edge into an orgasm unlike anything I've ever felt before. I shout his name, my muscles locking up tight as I shatter apart in his arms. My heart pounds, the whole world lighting up in a kaleidoscope of color.
"That's it," he croons, sitting back on his heels. "Just like that, songbird. Fuck, I'm barely in you and that tight cunt is strangling the head of my cock."
I feel him moving and peel my eyes open. Another aftershock rips through me when I see his fist wrapped around his shaft. The head of his cock is still inside me as he jerks himself off into me, his eyes riveted on where we're connected. He looks so beautiful in the moonlight, so fierce.
"Ronan," I whisper.
His gaze flicks to mine, a grunt leaving his lips as his body tenses.
I writhe in ecstasy beneath him as he comes, spilling inside me in warm spurts that leave me trembling. He keeps his eyes locked on mine, holding my gaze captive the entire time, as if daring me to look away or deny what he's doing. I don't. I can't.
He falls still, his eyes still locked on mine as he pants for breath.
I lick my lips, staring at him in silence.
He groans, pulling out of me. I bite my lip, hating to lose his heat. His cum drips down the crevice of my ass, making me squirm. He notices and something predatory flares in his eyes. He drags his thumb through my slit, still watching my face.
"This belongs inside you, Winter," he says, pushing his thumb inside me.
My core clenches around his finger, another aftershock tearing through me.
He grunts in satisfaction and falls beside me, dragging me into his arms. His lips brush my temple in a soft kiss. "Don't cry for me, songbird," he says after a moment. "Cry for the men who didn't make it home. They're the ones who deserve your tears."
"So do you," I whisper, burrowing into his arms. "I'll cry for you if I want to cry for you, Ronan. My tears are mine to shed how I see fit."
"Feisty," he says, the hint of a smile in his voice.
"I decided something."
"Yeah? What's that."
"If you're going to fight for me, I'm going to fight for you."
"Oh, yeah? You're going to be my white knight, Winter?"
"No. I'm going to be the reason you sleep at night," I say. I don't know much about PTSD, but I know enough to know that a lot of people find it easier to sleep next to someone else than they do to sleep alone. He didn't necessarily invite me into his bed, but he did put me in it. I figure that's close enough to the same thing.
"Fuck," he rumbles, rolling us until he's looking down at me again. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
I frown up at him, not sure what he means by that. "How so?"