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Then he started to fuck with all the power of his muscular body.

Her abrupt climax was so violent she seized with it, her body straining into his hold. Her pussy tightened on his driving cock, then pulsed around him in greedy ripples. His feral growlincreased her pleasure, the orgasm rolling through her in waves. And he didn’t stop.

Possessed by his utter domination of her body, she could only cry out as he nailed her into the bed, his hips swiveling as he thrust, displaying an athletic carnal skill that pushed her too swiftly to the edge again.

“Ronan… wait…” she gasped, overwhelmed.

But he just changed his angle and tempo, finding a spot inside her that set her off like an explosion. She screamed as the orgasm burst through her, the sensation multiplying as he growled with triumph and targeted that sensitive place with his hammering drives, stroking it over and over with the heavy crest of his thick erection. He watched her, his gorgeous face flushed and glistening, eyes dark and hot with lust, learning what worked for her by gauging her responses.

It felt like hysteria. A frenzied madness. Sweat poured from them both, their bodies sliding fluidly against each other. The flex of his muscles against her, the knowledge that he was using every bit of his strength to rut into her with savage need, was the most carnal experience of her life, and watching him fuck her seared into her memory.

She was too hoarse to cry out when the next climax hit her if the previous one ever ended at all. She trembled with the surfeit of sensation, her fingernails scraping across his skin. Ronan tensed, his gaze losing focus. Then he tossed his head back and roared, the sound of his pleasure so raw and feral her pussy tightened possessively around him. His climax was as violent as hers had been, his hips pounding his cock into her as he emptied, his neck straining against the power of his release.

His teeth ground audibly as the orgasm tore through him, but gradually, his desperate cadence began to falter, then slow. The rigid tension of his body relaxed, and he moaned her name, wrapping his arms around her before he fell panting onto hisback with her tucked against his side. His chest lifted and fell beneath her cheek as he gasped for breath, his big body quivering.

They lay like that for long minutes, her arm slung around his waist and his around her shoulders. He moved away only once to toss the condom in the bedside wastebasket, and the effort clearly cost him. Then he tugged her close again. The tremors felt like aftershocks, both of them twitching until Ireland laughed.

“You know… it could be argued that it was always going to be the fuck of the century because of the delayed gratification, and now that we’ve wrecked ourselves, it’ll never be that good again.”

Ronan turned to her and pressed a kiss into her tousled hair. “Areyoumaking that argument?”

“I’m just saying.” Her fingertips circled his nipple, and she smiled as it hardened. “We’ll have to do it again to prove them wrong.”

“That’s a given,cher.” His head fell heavily into the pillow.

“Why wait?”

Raking a hand through his lion’s mane, Ronan laughed breathlessly. Then his gaze met hers in the mirror above them. She gave him a come-hither look.

Growling, he rolled over her again, and she broke into laughter, holding him off with both palms on his chest. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

He snarled into the crook of her neck, and she tickled him, forcing him back until she straddled him.

“I’m going to need a minute,” she told him. “And lunch. I’m starving. You should feed me.”

Ronan sat up, and they were face to face, with her arms and legs wrapped around him. His smile made her feel a little tipsy. “Okay.”

She pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose and stretched toward the bedside phone. “You’re too easy, you know that. I can’t believe you can go again already.”

His hand caressed the length of her back, and she felt his lips against her skin when he replied, “It’s you.”

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed a secret smile.Yeah, it’s you.

Sharing a corner of the suite’s dining room table with Ronan, Ireland watched him pop a slice of the sushi roll she’d ordered into his mouth and smiled when his brows lifted in obvious enjoyment.

She gestured at him with her chopsticks. “See? Told you.”

He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I believed you.”

Sitting cross-legged in the dining chair, she took in the sight of him. He wore only well-loved jeans, the top button undone because he’d pulled them on after the doorbell had rung. Before that, he’d been sprawled half on top of her, alternating between lush kisses and worshipful attention to her breasts. Her nipples were sweetly sore from his gentle suckling and teasing tugs of his teeth.

Ronan made her feel like a goddess. Like she could do anything, be anything. Solve anything.

“My dad takes his sushi very seriously.” She took a quick drink of iced green tea. “He insisted on a sushi restaurant here at the hotel, then talked his favorite local sushi chef into making the move here. And now Chef Sato has a host of awards to his credit and has global recognition thanks to the many guests who’ve discovered him. My dad has an unbelievable gift for finding talent and amplifying it.”

Nodding, Ronan continued to eat with an unusually closed expression. He had an appetite, which she chalked up to how hard he’d worked in bed. She’d hoped, dreamed, and fantasized that the wildness she sensed in him would be fully revealed during sex, and she was so, so glad to have been right.

She sighed. “I know you don’t agree with how my family kept me in the dark about this whole situation, but once you get to know them, you’ll see how great they are.” She flashed him a bright smile and teased, “They raised me, and you like me, so they can’t be all bad.”

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