Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He held me like that as my body adjusted to his and then he began a slow, steady thrusting motion that nearly stole my breath. And he never once stopped kissing me. For the last two times that our coming together had been frantic and quick, I knew this time would be different. Ronan was making love to me in a way he hadn’t been before. Every move, every touch, every kiss was about more than just pleasure…it was his way of telling me the things he couldn’t say. We weren’t friends. We weren’t lovers. We weren’t two men bound by terrible circumstances. In that moment, we were connected in a way that only the two of us could be. Nothing existed beyond us. And while I knew it wouldn’t solve all the problems between us, I knew in that moment that he loved me. I also knew I was done being quiet.
“I love you so much, Ronan,” I managed to whisper against his lips. The words caused Ronan to still above me and inside of me and I didn’t need to see his eyes to know my declaration had caught him off guard. He didn’t say the words back and I hadn’t expected him to. What he did do was tighten his hands on mine just before he surged into me, his finesse gone. His mouth took mine without mercy and I gladly welcomed his weight as his body sank farther down onto mine. My ass felt like it was on fire as Ronan pistoned in and out of me and the tingling sensation in my limbs began to spread. Electricity shot up my spine when Ronan suddenly shifted just a little bit and struck my prostate. I let out a hoarse shout as the pleasure engulfed me and then he did it again. The orgasm washed over me in waves as Ronan nailed my gland over and over again and I felt my release scorch us both, as Ronan’s tight abdominal muscles grazed my sensitive cock with every powerful thrust.
I felt Ronan’s hands tighten on mine like a vise and he ripped his mouth from mine and clamped his teeth down on the spot between my neck and my shoulder as his climax hit him. Liquid heat burned my insides as he came and I let out a ragged moan as a series of quaking aftershocks rocked through my body. It seemed like Ronan’s orgasm went on forever before he finally settled and became like a dead weight on top of me. His cock pulsed inside me several times as his body jerked every now and then, and I could feel his sweat slickened skin burning mine wherever we were touching. My legs ached from the position he continued to hold me in but I didn’t actually want him to move. It took several minutes for my breathing to slow.
Ronan finally released his hold on my hands and shifted his arms so I could lower my legs. I wrapped them around his ass but kept my hands where they were because my gut was telling me that as amazing as what had just happened between us had been, it was exactly the thing that would send Ronan running again and even one wrong touch from me would bring that eventuality to head much sooner.
I guessed it was a good five minutes before Ronan moved and I couldn’t stifle a whimper as his cock pulled free of my sore body. As Ronan shifted, I felt his wet dick brush my thigh. The perverse need to taste him ran through me again, but I stayed where I was as Ronan moved until he was once again sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Stay here tonight,” I whispered desperately, and as I watched, his bent frame seemed to hunch in on itself. It wasn’t a good sign.
“You know I can’t,” he said softly and then he was reaching for his sweats and pulling them on. I sat up and flicked the light on the nightstand on. The muscles of Ronan’s back called to my hands as he leaned his elbows on his knees but I crossed my arms so I wouldn’t reach for him. I had no doubt it was my declaration of love that had him folding in on himself as if in pain.
“You let me touch you sometimes,” I finally said. As much as I hated needing to push him, I was feeling raw and vulnerable. I’d been certain only a few minutes ago that Ronan felt the way I did, but his sudden need to get away from me had me doubting myself.
Ronan ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s not about you,” he answered, his voice weary.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked. “Because I think it is.”