Page 54 of Mortal Heart

“But—”

He silenced her protest by pushing the thin material of the thong aside and slipping first one and then two fingers into her. She couldn’t hold back a ragged cry when the tips of his fingers brushed her most sensitive place. “Ronan,” she gasped.

He kissed her and then slid farther down the bed. “Open your legs wider, Miss Woodall.”

This time she obeyed him without question. He kissed his way up both her thighs. She could feel him tasting her with his tongue as he went. Then he raised her hips to meet his seeking mouth. He licked her slowly, his gaze locked on hers. “I was right,” he murmured. “Ambrosia.”

“You imagined how I’d taste?” she asked, breathless.

“From the first moment I saw you at the Pelican.”

She had no idea what to say to that…other than she’d imagined how he’d taste too. It had proven impossible not to. And she would have told him so if his mouth hadn’t immediately closed on her and sucked gently. Her confession turned into a series of wordless gasping cries.

Oh, Ronan, she thought almost deliriously.Oh, my fallen angel…

With her hands twisting in the comforter, she screamed his name and came hard, her hips bucking wildly in his grip. He held her in place, his tongue flicking mercilessly to make her cry out twice more as she gasped and almost sobbed with the intensity of her orgasm. How many times she screamed his name, she wasn’t quite sure. She lost track of that along with everything else.

Ronan stayed where he was, stroking her with his tongue until her cries faded. “I like your scream,” he said, giving her one last lick to make her shake.

“Enough to make me do it again?” she asked, her chest heaving.

“Absolutely.” He slid her thong down her legs and off, but he didn’t throw it aside as he’d done with her other clothes. Instead, he stripped off his own pants and rejoined her on the bed, gloriously aroused, her panties in his hand.

She licked her lips in anticipation. “The appetizers have been outstanding, but I’m ready for the main course.”

“Give me your hands,” he ordered.

She raised them, her wrists crossed. “I have something in that bottom drawer of my nightstand that might work better.”

“Oh, no, Miss Woodall. I like this just fine.” He tied her wrists with the thong, then pushed them up over her head. “Keep your hands here and don’t move them.”

His stern voice made her smirk and ask, “Or what?”

He bit her ear. “Or I will be forced to correct you,” he said, his lips and breath hot against her skin. “I enjoy domination too,Mistress.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I can play along for a bit and let you tie my hands, but I’m not easy to dominate.”

He chuckled and flicked her right nipple just once with his tongue to make her jerk. “That’s why I’m going to enjoy it so much,” he told her.

She opened her mouth to retort and found it filled with Ronan’s magnificent arousal. “Mmm-mmm-mmmph,” she said, her words unintelligible. She tried to move, but he pinned her hands to the bed.

He smiled down at her. “I think you know what to do, Miss Woodall.”

Indeed she did. And she did it so well that he lasted less than a minute before he had to stop. Leaving her hands where they were, still tied, he moved between her legs, put her calves on his shoulders, and teased her with gentle strokes and nudges until she was reduced to begging.

When he pushed inside her the first time, her back arched and she moaned. “Ronan.”

“My Valkyrie.” He leaned down to kiss her throat as he thrust hard again and again. In that position, he stroked against her G-spot almost every time. She screamed, her mouth against his shoulder until he realized what she was doing and raised himself up so she couldn’t muffle her cries. “I want to hear you,” he said, thrusting harder. “Scream for me.”

She couldn’t have stopped crying out if she’d wanted to. Earlier, she’d wondered if sex with Ronan would be more than she could handle.Well, if this is how I go, so be it, she thought. She felt another orgasm building.

He must have sensed it too because he rolled them both over and steadied her astride him with his hands on her hips. “Ride me,” he commanded.

She’d fantasized about doing that since the parking lot at the Pelican. He thrust up hard, moving in tandem with her as she braced her tied hands on his chest and ground herself against him. In moments her breathing turned ragged again. “Come for me,” he told her, gripping her hips. “I want to see you come again.”

His command and the intensity of his thrusts sent her over the edge. She threw her head back and cried out. He reached between them and stroked her until she screamed his name. The man had no mercy. None at all. She wanted to smack that smug look off his gorgeous face.

Instead, she slid free of him, turned around on his chest, and made him put his mouth to better use while she returned the favor.

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