Chapter 22 #2
She ran her fingers through his short hair and down his back, digging her nails into his skin. Her hard nipples grazed his chest, sending whispers of pleasure through her, heightening her need.
More. She needed more. She needed Ronin inside her.
Looping her arms around his neck, Lara lifted her ass and shifted closer until the tip of his cock pressed to the entrance of her pussy. To delay any further would welcome the pain back. She didn’t want to think, she wanted to feel. She wanted…to feel connected to someone.
Before another thought could cross her mind, before she could hesitate and convince herself to stop, Lara dropped down upon him.
She cried out sharply against Ronin’s mouth at the sudden fullness as his cock plunged deep, stretching her, filling her.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders. This was nothing like the pain she remembered, nothing like she’d made herself imagine.
The discomfort was fleeting, and her body quickly adapted to his size, drawing him deeper inside, hungry for more.
Lara buried her face against his neck. Whatever memories she’d feared would reemerge remained buried. There was only herself and Ronin, in this room, shut away from the rest of the world, connected to each other in the most intimate way.
He was motionless beneath her, his hand clamped on the back of her neck and his fingertips digging into her hip.
“Are you all right?” he asked, voice tight.
“I’m ready,” she replied between shuddering breaths. There’d be pain; it was unavoidable. Life was pain, and what was sex, if not part of life? But Ronin didn’t want to hurt her. That meant something. That would make this bearable.
It was this care, this closeness, this intimacy that she needed most of all. “Find your release, Ronin.”
His fingers slipped into her hair, and he gently tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “This isn’t about my release.”
Reclaiming her mouth in a kiss, he banded an arm around her back in support and rolled his hips. The motion was smooth, and she didn’t immediately realize what was happening until she felt a shiver of delight spread through her. It made her breath catch and her heart quicken.
The sensation grew as his shaft slid in and out of her. She held her breath, waiting for the searing pain, but there was only the glide of his cock and a growing slickness between her thighs.
Lara whimpered into his mouth, brow creasing as Ronin thrust faster, deeper, striking a hidden place inside her she hadn’t known existed, sending flickers of pleasure through her.
Those sensations in her core intensified, coiling tighter and tighter, growing into something nearly overwhelming. She tore her mouth from his.
“Ronin… I… Oh God, Ronin.” Panting, she gripped his shoulders. Her body moved of its own accord, bouncing atop him, hips undulating. She needed more. She needed his cock deeper, harder, faster. This was nothing like before. This was…this was…
Her back bowed against his arm, angling her hips to take more of him in, and she shut her eyes.
Ecstasy burst through her, flooding her senses. She might have begged, might have cried his name, but she didn’t know for sure. There was only his body melded with hers, his pace increasing relentlessly.
The friction escalated, and the fire inside Lara burned hotter and hotter.
It was too much; it was terrifying. But she opened herself up, welcoming it, and clutched herself against his chest, sinking into his warmth.
He was hot steel wrapped in tantalizing softness.
Every inch of him felt like it had been crafted just for her, to fit perfectly against her body, and his every motion delivered exactly the sensation she needed.
This isn’t about my release.
No, he’d made it about Lara. About her comfort, her pleasure, her needs and desires. He was giving her everything right now, everything of himself. And he was asking nothing in return.
With a cry, she came undone, shattering in his embrace and losing herself for an instant that stretched on forever.
The press of his fingers strengthened, and the dull pain they caused only enhanced her pleasure.
Ronin was solid, real, around her and inside her.
He held her close. Suddenly, his body stilled as his cock pulsed.
Each vibration sent another wave of pleasure through her, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had her gasping.
Though it was nothing compared to his thrusting a moment before, it pushed her to another peak. She clung to him as she soared.
When it was done, she felt light, and her mind settled back into her body like a feather floating down from the sky. Lara sagged against Ronin, breathing hard and quivering. His skin was damp with her sweat. Cool drops of it ran between her breasts, falling onto the sculpted terrain of his abdomen.
She sat that way for a long while before he moved. He rubbed his cheek atop her hair and shifted onto his knees, holding her body against his while he turned. His cock withdrew as he lay on his side, drawing her down beside him with her head cradled in the crook of his arm.
Without him filling her, Lara felt empty again, though it was far removed from the vast hollowness of earlier.
They lay together in silence, Ronin’s fingertips lazily brushing along her outer thigh, up to her hips and down to her knee, back and forth.
His gentleness was her undoing; reality surged back.
Her throat tightened, and tears spilled from her eyes. She’d treated him terribly, while he’d repeatedly gone out of his way to provide for her comfort. His thoughtfulness in burying Tabitha was proof than he could act with compassion. And he’d done it for Lara.
There was a constricting ache in her chest, but she forced the words out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean the things I said, Ronin.”
His hand stopped.