Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
The words are barely out before I’m kissing her again.
“Alannah…” I breathe against her mouth, one hand sliding into her hair as I pull her closer.
She’s real. She’s here. And she’s kissing me back.
When my tongue strokes along the seam of her lips, she opens for me.
The kiss deepens, hungry and desperate, and I can’t get enough of her.
My hands move over her shoulders, down her arms, then to her waist, pulling her in until there’s no space left between us.
I can feel her trembling, or maybe it’s me.
I kiss her harder, my grip tightening at her hips as I lift her up against me.
Her legs wrap around me and I feel the heat of her through my trousers, against my hardening cock.
I don’t break the kiss. I carry her down the hall to the master bedroom.
To our bedroom. I’ve carried her there a hundred times in my head.
I never thought I’d actually get here.
Stopping beside the bed, I lower her slowly until her feet touch the floor. I brush my nose against hers, keeping my voice low. “You sure about this, Alannah? We can stop. Anytime.”
She leans in and kisses me. “I’m sure,” she whispers.
I reach for the buttons on the front of her dress and start undoing them one by one.
Alannah pulls her arms free and lets the material slip down to her waist. She reaches back to undo her bra, but I catch her wrists and gently stop her.
“Let me,” I murmur. She drops her hands, and I reach around her, unclasping it myself.
The straps slide down her arms, and her breasts spill free—soft, full, pale, peaked with tight pink nipples.
I trail my fingers slowly along her collarbone, watching the way she shivers under my touch.
I sink to my knees in front of her and hook my fingers into her panties.
I look up as I slide them down, needing to see her face when I do it.
Her eyes stay on mine, wide and dark, and when I press my mouth to the soft skin below her navel, she shudders.
I work the fabric down her legs and help her step free before I sit back on my heels, wanting to see all of her.
The pale curls between her thighs are already wet, glistening.
Fuck me. Back on my feet, I strip out of my clothes fast, letting them fall where they land, then reach for her again.
She comes into my arms like she belongs there.
I lay her back on the bed and take her in.
Her blue eyes are heavy, hazy with the same need burning through me.
Her lips are swollen from our kisses, her cheeks flushed, darkening the freckles scattered across them.
A strand of hair sticks to her cheek. I tuck it behind her ear, then lean in and brush my lips just below it, dragging them slowly down the line of her jaw until I catch the soft skin where it meets her throat between my teeth.
She exhales, turning her head to give me more.
I kiss lower, sucking gently at the column of her throat until faint red marks bloom against her pale skin.
I move to her breast, closing my lips around one nipple, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp.
My tongue works the tight peak while my palm curves around her other breast, thumb circling.
She shivers, gripping my shoulder. I switch sides, licking and sucking until she’s arching up into me, her nails pressing crescents into my back.
Moving lower, I kneel between her thighs and hook them over my shoulders, opening her to me. When I look up, I find her already watching me. I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “It’s okay, doll. I’ve got you,” I murmur, then kiss higher.
“Ronin...” she whispers, nervous.
I smile against her skin, kissing higher still, close enough now that the sweet scent of her makes my mouth water.
“Shh. Just feel.” I lean in and drag my tongue through her, tasting her for the first time.
Christ, she’s sweet. Then I lick slow circles around her clit, feeling her grow wetter.
“Oh—Ronin,” she breathes, hands sliding into my hair.
Her hips rock against my face as I keep teasing.
I push a finger inside, working deeper with each stroke until she’s taking it all, curling to find that spot while I suck her clit into my mouth.
Her breathing turns ragged, thighs tensing around my head.
I don’t stop—swirling faster, building her higher.
“Ronin—” she gasps, hips moving harder, chasing it.
I grip her hips and increase the pressure, sucking harder, flicking my tongue until she comes against my mouth with a cry.
I keep licking through it and feel her shake and clench around my finger, her hips bucking as she rides it out.
When I finally pull back, I drag the back of my hand across my mouth, then kiss my way up her body—her stomach, her ribs—until I’m braced above her on my forearms. When I reach her mouth, I kiss her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She makes a sound deep in her throat—low, surprised, hungry—then kisses me back harder, pulling me closer like she can’t get enough. Like she needs this. Like she needs me.
“Are you sure?” I ask, nipping at her lower lip. “You always said you wanted to wait. Until we were married.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “We were married.”
“Doll—”
“And maybe,” she says quieter, colour rising in her cheeks, “if you wanted to... we could be again.”
I catch her hands, threading our fingers together and pressing them into the pillow above her head. “Give me a day and a time,” I say softly. “And I’ll have us at the courthouse.”
Then she smiles. Really smiles. It’s the one I’ve been waiting for since she walked back through that door. I loosen my hold, and her arms slide around my neck, pulling my mouth back to hers. She kisses me deeper, legs wrapping around my waist. “I’m ready, Ronin,” she whispers. “Please.”
I take myself in hand and drag through her slick folds, teasing her clit until her breathing turns heavier.
Then I line up at her entrance. She’s wet, but still so tight.
I push in slowly, just the head at first, then another inch, watching her face.
When she tenses and a small wince crosses her features, I freeze.
“Easy, Alannah,” I mutter. “Breathe for me.”
She gives me a small nod, her fingers tightening on my shoulders.
I push in deeper. She stretches around every inch of me as I sink in the rest of the way.
Her nails bite into my skin, and a small, broken sound escapes her when I bottom out.
I press my forehead to hers, jaw clenched, fighting the urge to thrust. My whole body is rigid, trembling with the effort of holding still while she adjusts around me.
Son of a bitch. She’s so tight, so hot, wet and perfect.
“You okay?” I manage, voice barely recognizable. “Tell me I can move, sweetheart. Tell me you’re ready.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, eyes locked on mine. Her chest rises and falls quickly. “You feel... so full. I can feel every bit of you.”
I lean down and kiss her again, slower than before. I want to remember every second of this. “God, Alannah,” I murmur against her mouth. “I love you so much. I’ve dreamed of this for so damn long.”
She lifts her hips, pressing up against me. “Move, Ronin,” she says, voice shaky. “Please.”
I pull almost all the way out, feeling the slick drag of her cunt along every inch, then sink back in with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes her moan.
Again. And again. The rhythm builds—deep, steady, relentless—until her heels are digging hard into the backs of my thighs, trying to keep me buried.
She’s soaked, taking everything I give her, breath breaking into ragged little gasps that only drive me harder.
The heat of her, the tight wet grip, the way she moves under me… I lose myself in it completely.
Her grip on me tightens, and she gasps out, “Harder, Ronin. Harder—it’s happening again.”
I don’t need telling twice. I pick up the pace, driving deeper, the bed creaking under us. I grip her hip, holding her right where I want her. “That’s it,” I rasp against her ear. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
She tightens around me, her body arching against mine as she comes, crying out my name while her walls squeeze and pulse around me.
It drags me right over the edge with her.
I bury myself as deep as I can and groan low, coming hard inside her, thick, heavy pulses that seem to go on forever as I press my face into the crook of her neck.
Neither of us moves, my face tucked against her neck while her arms hold me close.
Her fingers move lightly through my hair, and I close my eyes.
I’m not ready to leave this moment. Not when she’s still warm around me.
Not when she’s still holding on. She presses a kiss to my throat.
“I love you, Ronin,” she murmurs against my skin.
My arms tighten around her, and I roll us onto our sides, keeping her tucked against me, her head resting on my shoulder. She wraps herself around me again like she isn’t ready to let go, and I press my mouth to her hair. “I love you too,” I whisper. “So damn much.”
I let my hand drift over her back. For the first time since I moved into this house, it doesn’t feel empty. It feels warm. Lived in. Like it had only been waiting for her to come home. “Stay with me,” I murmur into her hair. “Don’t go anywhere.”
She presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere,” she says, a yawn catching at the end of it. “It’s my bed too, isn’t it?”
I close my eyes, smiling at her words. “Yeah,” I whisper. “It is.”