Page 45 of When He Hunts

And she’d been right. There were some size issues. He was way, way more endowed than the other three guys she’d been with in her life. He stretched her. He filled her. And her body didnotwant to let all of him inside.

“Ronan?” Sharp. Worried.

“I’ve got you.” Absolutely certain. His hand snaked between their bodies. Went straight for her clit. He rubbed and stroked, and her breath caught because he did, indeed, have her. He had her in the best possible way. A way that had her arching for him. Softening for him. Taking him deeper into her.

Her head tipped back because he felt good. So incredibly good. “I like that.”

“You’re gonna love what comes next.”

Her lashes wanted to close. She kept them open because Luna needed to see him. All those muscles. The hard angles and planes of his face. The need that blazed in his eyes. Had any man ever looked at her that way before? As if she was the one thing hehadto have?

No, no one ever had.

Not until Ronan.

He lifted her right leg.

“Ronan?” She shifted a little beneath him.

He hooked her leg over his shoulder. Leaned into her. Thrust deeper.

She thought the new position might hurt. It didn’t. Just the opposite. He was going in even more but the angle he was at, the way he was thrusting, the way his fingers strummed her clit again and again…

So good.

The second orgasm soared through her. A scream tore from her lips before she could even think to muffle it.

Then there was no stopping him. He pulled her left leg over his shoulder. He hauled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. He pounded into her. Again and again.

Her hands grabbed for him. Held tightly. He was in her so deep. He consumed her. Seemed to own her body in that instant, and there was nothing she could do.

Nothing, but enjoy the absolute hell out of the ride. “Ronan!”

His body shuddered as he erupted into her.

He had just fuckedthe target.

His body still shuddered. The orgasm still pulsed through his body. The best freaking orgasm of his life.

He’d fucked the target.

The target in question slowly smiled up at him. The most gorgeous, sweet smile. One that made him want to fuck her all over again. Because how in the hell could she be smiling so sweetly and innocently when he was still balls deep in her?

And he could feel the aftershocks of her pleasure all along his dick.

“That was amazing,” Luna told him.

Well, yeah.Same.He was still in recovery mode and trying helluva hard not to show that fact. Because sex was sex.

Good sex was…well, good sex.

But what he’d just had with Luna…

I want to damn well devour her. Want to fuck her over and over.Sinking into her body had been like sinking straight into paradise. When he’d gone down on her, he’d been obsessed. Her taste. Her scent. Her softness. Everything about herobsessedhim.

He wanted her again. And again. And again.

Target. She is the target.

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