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And I came again.

My whole body trembled and my vision blurred. Vicious ecstasy spiraled through me, setting every single nerve on fire. My moans of pleasure quickly turned to screams of agonizing bliss. Soon enough, those screams transformed into something that sounded more like an animal than human.

I lost count of how many times I came.

I lost count of how many times I cried out.

I lost count of how many times I moaned and screamed.

I lost count of everything except for the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, the harsh slap of his hips against my bottom, and the pain and pleasure that seemed to consume every inch of me.

At some point, the world started to fade. Everything grew hazy, and a strange sort of calm washed over me. It was like being submerged underwater, floating and drifting with no real destination.

It felt peaceful.

And then, just as I was on the verge of losing myself entirely, his hands tightened on my hips, and he buried himself deep inside me with a low growl.

I moaned softly, feeling the hot jets of his cum coating my insides. My sore little asshole clenched around his cock, milking him, trying to take everything he had.

My entire body went limp, my face falling to the sheets as he slowly pulled out of me. My asshole twitched, gaping and open and sore, and a shiver ran through me as I felt his cum leak out and drip down the lips of my pussy.

I didn’t move, too exhausted and spent to do much else.

All I could do was lie there, trembling and aching and feeling a bone-deep satisfaction that I hadn’t even known was possible.

Ronan didn’t say a word. He just gently gathered me into his arms and held me to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, loud and steady, and it brought a strange sense of calm to me.

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his body and the sound of his heartbeat wash over me.

Gently, he kissed the top of my head, and a wave of deep satisfaction wove through me.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “You took your punishment so very well.”

Unable to help myself, I smiled.

I had, hadn’t I?

CHAPTER 28

Ronan

The room was quieter now, the charged intensity giving way to the soft hum of Kiera’s breathing as she lay curled in my lap. My chest still felt tight, my pulse still thrumming with the echoes of what had just happened between us. For all the control I’d wielded, for all the discipline I’d meted out, I wasn’t prepared for how deeply this would affect me.

The punishment was supposed to teach her, to remind her where she stood, and to serve as a lesson neither of us would forget. But somewhere between her screams of pleasure and her trembling obedience, I’d come undone. Watching her surrender, watching her let go of every last bit of defiance—it had been consuming in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

And now? Now, the sight of her nestled against me, her face pressed into my chest, her breathing slow and shallow as she came down from the emotional and physical high of her very first bottom fucking—it brought a strange, raw ache to the surface.

I adjusted the blanket I’d pulled over her shoulders, tucking it around her as she shivered slightly. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, and I didn’t expect her to. She’d slipped into a deep, quiet place after the storm of her emotions had burned themselves out.

“Shh,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

Her arms tightened around me, her small fingers curling into my shirt as if holding on to me was the only thing keeping her grounded.

“You’re safe,” I said, my voice low, almost a whisper. I rubbed slow circles against her back, feeling the tension in her body gradually ebb away. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her breathing hitched, just slightly, but she didn’t speak. Her head tilted up for the briefest second, her wide, glassy eyes meeting mine before she settled back against me with a soft sigh.

I reached for the glass of water I’d left on the nightstand, bringing it to her lips. “Drink,” I coaxed.

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