Page 27 of Into the Dawn
When he opened his mouth, she stroked her tongue against his. His heartbeat quickened beneath her palm, mirroring the wild rhythm of her own. The kiss turned into a fervent dance of lips and tongues, each stroke fueled by the desperate need she felt for him. Every touch, every caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and when his fangs gently scraped against her tongue, she shivered.
He growled again when she sucked his lower lip into her mouth, and any trace of warmth and softness disappeared when he took control, flipping them over until he was on top of her. He was careful not to put his full weight on her, but she tried to pull him tighter against her. She wanted to feel him. When he broke their kiss and pulled back to stare down at her, she wanted to whimper in disappointment.
“You are still healing, mate. We should wait before we complete our bond.”
But Kylie couldn’t wait.
She needed him now.
Chapter Nine
Ronan’s resolve towait weakened the moment he felt the intensity of her need blast through their bond. What she was experiencing was completely unfamiliar, but he wouldn’t let her wander into the unknown alone.
The connection between true mates was undeniably strong. He knew that from what he’d learned from his friends, so he was better prepared to experience the mating pull that would inextricably draw them together. But experiencing it firsthand was something entirely different.
Since meeting her, he’d felt the magnetic pull of their bond. While she had been healing, he had tried to get used to the intensity of the emotions coursing through him. But that was difficult since every fiber of his being was attuned to her presence. He’d been prepared to wait for her to be ready, but the all-consuming need he felt from her was not something even he could deny.
Kylie was human, so she had no frame of reference for how overwhelming the mating pull would feel. She was completely unprepared for the whirlwind of sensations that were bombarding her now. The sheer force of their connection was taking over her senses, leaving her feeling desperate and terrified. Through their bond, he could feel her jumbled emotions as if they were his own, and the depth of her need resonated within him, amplifying his own desires.
“Ronan, I need—”
“I know, mate. I will give you what you need,” he promised.
With her long red hair fanned out on the pillow and her face flushed with passion, she looked like a goddess, hauntingly beautiful, and almost too perfect to be real. Her pale skin wasluminous, and her green eyes seemed brighter than they had been the night before.
Seeing that confused him.
Their blood bond shouldn’t have changed her so much, not without them completing the bonding ritual and going through the conversion. Unless something in the magical tonic had sped up that process somehow. Deciding he would have to figure that out later, he finally gave up on holding back.
She needed him, and he needed her.
That was all that mattered for now.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, slow at first, then fusing their mouths together in a scorching kiss. He felt a jolt of electricity spark through his veins, igniting a firestorm within him. When her nails dug into his shoulders, he reveled at the slight sting it caused. He kissed her with a desperation that bordered on insanity, trying to be careful not to prick her with his fangs.
When he felt another spike of heat surge through her, he immediately wanted to claim her and give her what she needed. But he couldn’t rush things. He was too big to take her unprepared, and he refused to hurt her.
But he could ease her suffering a little.
“Relax, Kylie. Let me get you ready,”he said through their bond, not wanting to break their kiss.
“I can’t. I can’t control it. Help me,”she pleaded.“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I’m in heat or something.”
Using his knees, he shoved her legs wider and settled his big body between them. Reaching down, he slowly lifted her nightgown until he could slip his hand between her parted thighs. He growled in satisfaction when he found her delicate folds slick with her desire for him, but it wasn’t enough.
He wanted her completely undone.
Ronan drank down her gasp as he gently slid one finger into her pussy. Her tight muscles fought him at first, but she gradually welcomed him in. When she writhed beneath him, he pressed his body more firmly against hers to hold her in place. He wanted to own her, to claim every inch of her until she would never be free of him.
But first, he had to prepare her.
Sliding his finger in and out of her tight, hot hole, he stoked the fire burning within her. Adding another finger to the first, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. When her body began to shake from a quick, hard release, he continued stroking her until she relaxed again. He reluctantly slid his fingers out of her and pulled his mouth away from hers.
He shifted lower, pressing kisses down the long column of her throat and had to fight the urge to bite her again. He wanted the taste of her blood on his tongue again, but that could wait. When he moved toward her breasts, she grabbed hold of his wrist, trying to stop him. He knew she wanted to kiss him again, but he had other plans.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he sucked her nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of her nightgown. He wanted to see her reaction and wasn’t disappointed. Her face was flush from pleasure, and her lush lips were parted as she panted for breath. Her back arched as he continued to tease the sensitive tip, then he moved over to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Offended by the barrier between them, he extended a claw and tore through the thin material.
“Holy shit!”
