Page 40 of The Chief's Captive

I link my hands around his neck. "And we're both alive. That's what's important." He’s right about that. I almost lost him tonight. "I love you, Ronan.”

He squeezes me tighter, and I feel an odd sort of protectiveness from him. "I love you too, Maeve." He pulls back slightly, keeping one arm around my waist. "You were so brave tonight."

"No, you were the brave one," I counter, smiling up at him. "You came for me."

"Always," he vows, his voice resolute as he kisses my forehead. "I'll always come for you."

When his lips crash into mine again, I pull him down on top of me. Ronan’s arms are strong, pulling me under him as he kisses me with a fiery passion that sets my whole body alight. His hands move to unbutton my blouse, his fingers nimble as they work their way down my stomach. When he gets to my leggings, he pulls them down, taking my panties with them. His hands part my top, and I pull my arms out. Then he unhooks my bra and lowers his face to my cleavage, kissing me softly.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” I tell him, and he smirks against my flesh.

“You like it rough? What about the baby?” His lips press against the inside of my breast, and I tangle my fingers in his hair.

“The baby is fine, but if you don’t take me like you mean it, you won’t be.” My playful threat makes him tickle my side, and I giggle, then he bites down on my nipple hard, and I hiss.

“Is that more like it?” he growls, and I feel a thrill of desire course through me. “Because I can be rough.” He moves down between my legs and leaves a trail of kisses all the way down to my core, where he stops, looking up at me through hooded lids.

I moan as I arch upward against his intrusion. He silences me with his mouth and his tongue swirls around my clit, drivingme insane in seconds. I grab his hair again as he continues to torment me, moaning his name as he pushes two fingers inside me. The penetration is welcome, and I clench around his digits.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I whimper, admitting what I only thought to myself. But it feels good to get it out.

He moans against me as he sucks my clit and massages my G-spot, and I’m close to coming already. I feel myself come apart in his arms, bucking against him as he continues to suck and lick and finger me until I’m a shaking mess beneath him. My vision blurs and darkens with each wave of pleasure, the room around us spinning and distorting as my body writhes. My hands clutch at the sheets, twisting and pulling in desperation.

Ronan watches me with a devilish smirk on his face as I come down from my high. My body is still quivering as he hovers over me, his eyes burning into mine. The air is thick with the scents of sex and sweat, our combined aromas mixing together in the heated atmosphere.

He pulls away, slowly undressing in front of me. I’m delirious, ready to fall asleep again from the weight of afterglow, but I keep my eyes open. When he takes his pants off, his dick is already hard and thick, ready for me.

I wet my parched lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him. It’s been too long since I’ve last seen him naked, let alone been this close to him. He crawls back up my body, his erection brushing against my still-sensitive folds, and I gasp. He smirks again and then he slides inside me, filling me completely with one powerful thrust. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer as we start to move together, our bodies finding their familiar rhythm.

Ronan leans down and bites my neck, his other hand massaging my breast as he thrusts into me harder and deeper than before. And fuck, does it feel good. I arch into him, and he bends down and bites my nipple. His hands are rough and searching, and I claw at his flesh, desperate to feel him go deeper.

When he pulls out and flips me over so I’m lying on the mattress on my stomach, I whimper. But my protests are soon cut off when he pushes back inside me, his grip on my hips bruising. He starts to move again, pounding into me from behind, and I moan into the pillow, my eyes squeezed tightly shut.

He slides a hand down my lower stomach and finds my clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, and I’m close to orgasming again when he turns me onto my side, lifting my leg over his shoulder. He enters me from this angle too, his thrusts even more powerful now that he can see everything. I touch my clit, and he slaps my ass hard. The jolt of pain only intensifies the pleasure.

“You like that?” he grunts, his voice raspy with lust. “You like it rough?”

“Yes,” I pant, begging him for more. He obliges, his hips hammering into mine as we both rush toward the edge of ecstasy.

“I love you,” I gasp out, my words muffled against the pillow as my climax builds again.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you again,” he growls, his breathing ragged in my ear.

And then he’s coming, his seed spilling deep within me as I peak around him, my walls clenching around him spasmodically. Weboth collapse onto the bed, panting and spent. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both catch our breaths.

When he promises he won't let anything happen to me again, I believe him. It makes me feel safe in his arms and wish for this feeling to never end. I let him hold me for a while. He pulls the covers up, and I think about how this situation has come full circle. How I wanted nothing more than to escape him at first, and now I crave the feeling of his arms around me. But I still want my normal life, to be a surgeon and do good in this world.

"Ro?" I say softly, in case he's dozing. I know he's had a hard night too.

"Yeah," he grunts, and he presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder. I turn to my back and look up at him, and this time, with the most sincere thoughts, I plead my case.

"You know I'm yours. I know I’m yours. I want to go back to my life. I want to go to work and be a surgeon, and please don’t think I want to leave you. I want to be with you, but I want normal." My heart aches to hear him say I can go back to being normal again, but deep down, I'm afraid that will never happen.

His eyes grow stormy and his forehead wrinkles. He sighs and says, "Maeve, I've taken out one threat, but more will come." He looks concerned and sincere. "You'll never be safe out there. But I'll always keep you safe if you stay with me."

My heart sinks at the words, but I know he's right. If Eamon planned this whole thing for whatever reason and even drew Ronan away from home to get at me, I'll not be safe if I go in public without him. It's not like I can hire a bodyguard to follow me into surgery.

"Then I'll stay," I tell him, and for the first time I'm okay with that. "But I don't like your business or the things you do. I just don't want to hear about it or think about it." I tuck myself into his chest, and he holds me more tightly.

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