Chapter 48 Tierney
Goodness, I’d missed this man in more ways than one.
It had taken a supreme amount of self-control and love for London to put her first. Truthfully, focusing on getting her settled on the island, letting her grieve, was selfishly helpful for me too.
It gave me time to think about Ramsay and what I wanted.
We needed to talk about the future and what we both wanted out of it.
But I wanted to try.
And that night I couldn’t wait anymore.
I left Taran and London watching a paranormal teen show on Netflix. I was relieved that my two friends had bonded quickly. It gave me some room to explore my feelings.
The plan was to talk to Ramsay.
But as soon as he swept me into his arms, I knew all of that could wait. I needed him.
Perhaps I expected his usual dominating, passionate, throw me on the bed and fuck me until I saw stars fare.
So, I was surprised when he gently lowered me to the foot of his bed.
He held my gaze, his intense and filled with desire and tenderness as he yanked off his shirt in one swoop of rippling biceps.
Never looking away, making me breathless with his intensity, Ramsay kicked off his boots, then unzipped his jeans.
He drew them and his boxer briefs down, tugging off his socks too.
My skin heated as I took in his masculine nakedness, my belly clenching deep and low. I’d seen him naked so many times, but I’d never get enough. And I wanted him to be the only man I ever saw naked again for the rest of my life.
Heart racing, I licked my suddenly dry lips as I looked at Ramsay’s impressive cock.
He stroked it, his gaze turning low-lidded as he turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He placed his hands behind him, spreading his muscular thighs, his cock bobbing between them.
“Come to me, angel.”
I crossed to him, and he reached for me, gripping my waist in his strong hands. Ramsay coasted his palms down my back, over my ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted gruffly.
Caressing his cheeks, feeling his close-trimmed beard prickle my palms, emotion thickened my throat as I whispered, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“Good,” he grunted, making me smile. “Boots off.”
I kicked them off, my breaths growing shallow with mounting lust. Then he unzipped my jeans, the zipper loud in the silence of the room.
My belly clenched again and my wetness intensified.
Steadying myself on his shoulders as Ramsay tugged down my jeans, I lifted each leg to help him discard them.
Holding my gaze again, he slipped his thumb beneath my underwear, pushing against my clit.
I moaned, arching into the pressure.
“Always so wet for me, angel.”
“Yes.”
“Is it just for me?” he asked.
I opened my eyes at the territorial question. “Yes,” I promised. “Only you.”
Satisfaction hardened his expression as he wrapped his free hand around his cock. “Good. Because this is only for you.”
I swayed as he circled my clit and then he stopped but only to grip my hips and pull me to his face.
Ramsay nudged his nose against the fabric of my panties, pushing close to breathe me in, mouthing me through the material.
I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair as his palms smoothed down my ass and under the panty line to cup my bare cheeks.
His tongue pushed the fabric against my clit, and I groaned as it triggered another wave of arousal.
Impatience rode me, but Ramsay seemed in the mood to take his time.
He leaned back to peel my underwear down my thighs but just enough. He left them mid-thigh and looked up at me as he slipped two fingers in me. I inhaled sharply at the pressure and his cool gray eyes turned hot.
“I forgot how good you taste. How good you feel. So fucking hot and wet and tight.” He ran his tongue up my opening, tasting me even as he finger-fucked me. “So mine.”
“Yes.” My fingers tightened in his hair. “Yours.”
“Take your top off. Bra too.”
I followed his orders, shivering at the hungry way his eyes ravaged me as my nipples peaked in the cool air. Dropping the shirt and bra at our feet, I waited for his next move.
He pushed me back so he could lower himself to his knees and then pull me to his face again.
“My underwear,” I gasped out, wanting to shove them down my legs.
“Keep them there.” His eyes flashed. “Do you even know how sexy you look right now?”
Before I could answer, he buried his face between my legs and began to lick and suck and devour me. His beard scratched and tickled my inner thighs, adding a spectacular element of sensation.
My cries filled the bedroom as the tension coiled and tightened like a spring. Ramsay steadied me with strong hands on my hips until the tension tightened too far and I exploded.
Knees trembling, I grabbed his shoulders, shuddering against his mouth as he drank up every drop of my release. Ramsay settled back, holding me steady. My skin was so hot, I felt like I was feverish and my inner muscles still throbbed as if searching for the thicker sensation of his cock.
He stood and wiped a thumb over his lip. “On the bed.”
I moved to push my underwear down, but he gently touched my chin with two fingers.
“Keep them where they are and lie down on the bed on your back. Arms up.”
It was a little awkward to get onto the bed with my panties around my thighs, but I knew what arms up meant and I eagerly crawled onto the bed for it.
Sure enough, Ramsay moved around the room as I settled on my back, his cock a purple-red, pulsing and veiny, and clearly in desperate need to be inside me.
He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulled out the soft leather rope. From his bedside table he pulled out the condoms. I raised an eyebrow at how he tore off the packet to put aside.
Ramsay smiled slightly, though his expression was too intense with need for real amusement. “I’m going to take you many times tonight.”
Oh.
My stomach muscles clenched. “I want that too.”
“Oh I already know that, angel,” he said with a cocky arrogance that shouldn’t have been hot but totally was.
Then he proceeded to loop the ties around my wrists, drawing them just tight enough before he tied them to the headboard, securing me to it.
I followed him with my eyes as he strolled to the bottom of the bed, tearing open the first condom packet. His gaze roamed hotly over me as he rolled it on.
“Are you planning on taking off my underwear at some point?”
Ramsay nodded as he stroked himself. “Merely looking my fill first.”
“Ramsay, please.” I tugged on the ties, loving the tension on my arms that told me I was trapped.
His for the taking.
I spread my thighs, the fabric of the panties stretching dangerously.
He groaned. “What do you need, angel?”
“You. I need you.”
“Do you need my cock?”
“Yes!”
“Do you need my cock in that snug wee pussy?” The words were guttural with desire.
“So much. I need you so much.” I arched my back, yanking harder on the ties. “Ramsay.”
He moved onto the bed.
His gaze stopped on the still red scar of my knife wound.
Tears burned my eyes as he reverently pressed a trail of gentle kisses over it. Ramsay looked up at me. “Warrior woman.”
I smiled, blinking back the tears. “Don’t you forget it.”
With a wicked grin, his response was to reach for the underwear.
He tore them in two and I let out a huff of laughter because I wasn’t even surprised.
It wasn’t the first time he’d ruined a pair.
Smoothing his rough palms down my inner thighs, he pushed my legs apart to move between them.
Lifting my hips off the bed, he gripped my thighs wide and nudged against my entrance.
“Too young. Too sweet.” His eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing as he pushed slowly into me.
“What?” I gasped.
“That’s what I used to think. That you were too young. Too sweet.”
“And now?”
He smirked. “You’re still too young. Too sweet for the likes of me.” He gritted his teeth on another groan as I arched into the slow, overwhelming sensation of him filling me. “You’re also too much mine for me to ever let go now.”
“Never let go,” I gasped as he bottomed out and my inner muscles throbbed around him. God, I’d missed him.
“Never,” he promised gruffly.
I expected a rough, beautiful fucking.
Instead, Ramsay’s drives were measured, building the tension inside me in excruciatingly wonderful slow thrusts. I tugged on the ties.
“Take it, angel,” he demanded. “There’s nothing for you to do but take my cock.”
I relaxed my arms and gave myself over to him.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Ramsay bared his teeth as he increased his thrusts. “Your pussy drives me mad. If I died coming inside you, woman, I’d die a happy fucking man.”
I laughed. “Literally.”
His grin turned a bit feral as he increased his thrusts.
“Come on me, Silver. Come like a good girl on my cock.”
Those were the words I’d needed.
Shaking and clenching and shuddering around him, my cries echoed off the walls as the restraints pulled my arms tense against the power of my climax.
Then to my surprise, Ramsay reached over me, tugging the ropes free. “I want your hands on me,” he explained before his mouth took mine.
I smoothed my hands down his muscular back, feeling his heat, his need, kissing him back as voraciously as he kissed me. He rocked into me as I touched him wherever I could reach as he finally broke the kiss to breathe. Ramsay held my eyes as he moved over me and inside me.
Making love to me.
An orgasm began to chase my last, and I moaned against his lips. His expression was hard and soft all at the same time as my nipples dragged against his chest with his close thrusts.
My fingernails dug into his waist as my climax built.
“I love you,” Ramsay suddenly murmured, holding my gaze. His next words were said with a groan of need and emotion. “Silver, I love you.”
My body reacted first, clenching around him tightly before pulsing with release. “Ramsay!” I cried, clinging onto him as he grunted with the strength of my orgasm. “I love you too!”
He took my hands, pinning them above me as he rose on his knees to drive into me a few more times before his release overwhelmed him.
His bellow ricocheted across the room as he tensed before shuddering between my legs.
His cock throbbed inside me, and I moaned with the sensation.
And it kept throbbing until Ramsay finally collapsed over me with a long groan of utter satisfaction.
As I fought to catch my breath, I caressed my hand up the contours of his back until I cupped the nape of his neck. “You … you love me?”
Ramsay slowly lifted his head to study my face. He did it like I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. It was the most unguarded expression I’d ever seen from him. “Of course I do. I have from the very beginning.”
Joy I didn’t think I’d ever feel again since losing my parents suffused me, and I laughed at myself and the sentimental tears that rushed to my eyes.
“Me too,” I promised as he buried his face against my throat.
I wrapped my arms tight around him, holding him to me like I never wanted to let go. “From the very beginning.”