Page 71 of Queen of Whispers and Mist

He’d have been happy to bring her to release however she wished, but his balls ached with the need to find his own, and he’d be damned if he came anywhere but planted deep inside her.

Rising to his knees, he lined himself up with her entrance, pulling a moan from them both when he ran his crown through her slickness.

“Say it again.”

Momentary confusion furrowed her brow before it cleared, and she gave him a soft smile. “I love you.” Then in customary fashion, her smile turned impish. “Despite all better judgment.”

A laugh was torn from him. “Doesn’t matter if it’s a technicality. You said it, kitten, and I’m not letting you take it back.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Good, because I won’t lose you again.”

Holding her gaze, he sank into her, inch by tantalizing inch. His jaw was clenched, and sweat trickled down his nape at the control required to not drive straight home. It was worth it for the look of wonder on her face alone.

He took her thighs in each hand and hauled her up, lifting her hips off the ground so he could slide in that extra bit. Her inner muscles fluttered and then gripped him tight.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his eyes nearly crossed at how good it felt to be buried to the hilt.

“More, Ronan. I need more.”

“Just... give me... a second,” he gritted out, the climax that he’d been keeping at bay since their kiss in the water dangerously close to the edge.

She squirmed, her body instinctively seeking the friction she needed.

His fingers dug into her skin with the effort it took not to come. “Please, sweetheart. Stay still.”

“Why?”

Strained laughter met the question. “Because I’m trying to make this last.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Who asked you to draw it out? I want to come, Ronan. With you. Right now.”

Far be it for him to question the lady. But before he could give her what she asked for, she twisted her hips and pushed her body weight into him, flipping them over so she was seated on top. It was a move she’d used on him in the arena, but not one he’d ever expected to experience while inside her.

He saw fucking stars.

“Fuuuck,” he rasped, the pleasure so intense it bordered on painful. Then she flexed her inner muscles around him, clamping down and squeezing him until another hoarse groan escaped. “You’re killing me, kitten.”

She smirked. “Thatismy specialty. Let me show you how it’s done, Butcher.”

“Ronan. Call me by my name when I’m inside you.”

She leaned forward, her hands pressed against his chest and her hair a curtain around them. Her lips brushed over his as she whispered, “Whatever you want, Ronan.”

Then she rolled her hips, grinding down on him as she began to ride.

As much as he preferred being the one in control since it allowed him to set the pace and dole out pleasure, there was undeniable beauty in watching Shadow chase her climax. The perfect slide of her along his shaft, the play of emotions across her face, from her furrowed brow to the flash of her teeth biting into her lower lip, and the soft cries falling from her throat. All of it was a seduction that beckoned his own.

He met her thrust for thrust, heart thundering, eyes alternating between her face and the place where they were joined.

“Ronan, I’m close. Come with me.”

He’d never had a woman demand his orgasm before. But then, with her, everything was a first. He didn’t even know if it was possible for him to come on command, but then she came with a shout of his name, and it was as if he’d been waiting for her.

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