Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I took a few deep breaths before wiggling my hips to test how it felt. When there was only the slightest sting of pain, I blinked up at him. “I think you can move now.”
“So tight,” he growled as his dick dragged against my inner walls. “Fucking perfect. This pussy’s mine now, Clara. All mine.”
He sank back inside with a slow, deep roll, letting me adjust. Every thrust of his dick lit me up inside. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his butt, urging him to go faster.
“More,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Greedy little thing.” His hips snapped forward hard enough that the bed creaked beneath us. “You feel that? That’s me claiming every inch of you. No one else gets this. Ever.”
I moaned, my head tipping back. “Yes, yours. Only yours.”
“That’s right.” He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so he hit deeper. “Come on my cock again, baby. Squeeze me. Milk me dry while I fill you up.”
His hand slid between us, his thumb circling my clit in tight, perfect strokes. The dual sensation of his thick dick pounding and the friction on my clit sent me spiraling fast. “Ronan, I’m—”
“Come for me. Now,” he commanded. “Let me feel your pussy strangle my cock.”
I flew apart harder than before, my cry muffled against his shoulder as my inner walls clenched around him. He followed with a guttural groan, burying deep and pulsing inside me. I was too lost in the moment to really think about the fact that there was nothing between us.
When it was over, we collapsed together, sweaty and panting. He rolled us so I was tucked against his chest, his arms locked around me.
I pressed my lips to his throat. “That was…”
“Yeah.” He kissed my forehead. “It was.”
I smiled against his skin. “You’re staying, right?”
“Not going anywhere.” His hand stroked down my spine.
I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, claimed in a way I’d only ever dreamed about.
9
REBEL
The first thing I registered as I slowly drifted awake was the soft warmth curled up against me, then the sweet scent of Clara’s hair drifting around me like the best kind of alarm clock. My eyes opened gradually, adjusting to the gentle morning sunlight filtering through the blinds.
She was still asleep, tucked into me with one delicate hand splayed across my chest, her breathing steady and deep. Contentment, peace, and the undeniable satisfaction of knowing this woman was right where she belonged were things I’d never truly experienced before.
I took a few moments to savor the stillness, studying the way Clara’s long lashes rested against her flushed cheeks and how her lips parted softly in her sleep. It made my chest ache, my heart hammering in a way that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with something deeper. Unfortunately, I had a feeling she wasn’t quite ready to face the extent of it yet.
I brushed my lips gently against the crown of her head, breathing her in before carefully untangling myself from the warmth of her arms, moving slowly to avoid waking her. It was still early, and I’d worn her out the night before.
I sat on the edge of the bed, stretching slightly, the floorboards cool beneath my bare feet as I rose. My gaze lingered briefly on Clara’s sleeping form before I eased toward the small kitchen to start coffee. The apartment above the farm store was cozy, filled with her touches everywhere—soft, warm colors, cheerful photos, and comfortable furniture that invited you to relax. I found myself appreciating the little details she’d added, evidence of her vibrant personality.
Still, the place was small. The compact space was probably enough for Clara alone, but last night had proven that the double bed was a tight squeeze for both of us. The thought of nights spent tangled together, comfortably stretched out on my king-sized bed, without the risk of rolling off the damn mattress, sparked a vivid image that heated my blood. We’d have to figure that out soon, I decided, grabbing mugs from the cabinet and pouring the freshly brewed coffee.
I was just stirring sugar into Clara’s mug—two scoops exactly, because I’d already memorized her preferences—when the faint creak of floorboards caught my attention. I looked up, my breath hitching at the sight that greeted me. She stood in the doorway between her bedroom and the kitchen, sleep still heavy in her amber-brown eyes, and a soft, sleepy smile curving her lips. My shirt from last night hung loosely on her curvy frame, the hem brushing her bare thighs, exposing miles of smooth, perfect skin that made my pulse spike so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest as my hands gripped the counter's edge until my knuckles turned white.
My eyes raked over her deliberately, lingering on the curves that were barely hidden by the thin fabric. I couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped me as desire burned hot in my gut. Clara’s cheeks flushed an adorable pink under my intense scrutiny, but her eyes sparkled playfully as she padded closer, her bare feet nearly silent against the worn hardwood.