Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
BOUND
Ronan
I can’t deny her.
Not when she’s writhing beneath me, not when her voice is breathless with need, not when her body is so slick, so perfect, opening for me like she was made for this.
Made for me.
I work myself deeper, slow and intentional, coaxing her gasping, trembling channel to take all of me.
She shudders, clenching, slickness gushing around me, making it easier to push, easier to claim, easier to lock her to me.
My knot presses against her entrance, swollen and pulsing, demanding what is already mine.
And when I finally—finally—push it inside, locking us together, sealing my claim, my vision blurs with the sheer rightness of it.
She cries out, her fingers gripping the scratched surface of the table, her muscles flexing around me, squeezing me so tight it’s almost unbearable.
I groan, pressing my chest against her back, murmuring against her sweat-damp skin, “That’s it, little red. Take me. Hold me.”
She does.
Beautifully.
And when she shudders again, another tremulous orgasm overtaking her, I let myself sink into the pleasure, the warmth, the overwhelming certainty that she is mine now.
I let my hands roam, lazily stroking over her trembling body, playing with her sensitive little bud, enjoying how she jolts, clenches, whimpers.
She’s locked to me, has nowhere to go, and I have all the time in the world.
Every little movement pulls a reaction from her—tiny gasps, small shudders, sweet little whines—and I savor each one, memorizing her body, her pleasure, her surrender.
I keep her on the edge, keep her twitching and flexing around me, chasing her pleasure over and over again until she gasps, shivering, burying her face against the table.
“Ronan,” she pleads, her voice wrecked, her body exhausted and twitching beneath me. “ Please… ”
I smirk, kissing her shoulder, pleased with how utterly ruined she sounds.
“You’re mine now, Maya,” I murmur.
She lets out a shaky, satisfied sigh?—
And drifts off, still wrapped around me, still bound, claimed, locked.
I hold her against me, her soft breaths warm against my chest, her scent wrapped around me like a second skin.
This is bliss.
True, complete, bone-deep bliss.
If I had known what it would be like to have my mate, to feel this peace, to have this pleasure, this wholenes?—
I would have come looking for her sooner.
I nuzzle into her hair, breathing her in, and let myself finally, finally rest.