Page 77 of Ireland

His teeth caught the muscle between her shoulder and neck, like a lion mating, and the feel of that soft bite was like an erotic wildfire in her body. She came again, burying her face into her pillow to silence her frantic cries, and this time, he came with her, pounding his impossibly hard penis into her melting, trembling core. His groan of release vibrated against her skin, drawing out into a sound of desperate need.

It was base and primal, unmistakably possessive, and she loved it in a way she’d never suspected she could or would.

Gasping, Ronan kissed the spot where he’d gripped her with his teeth. Then he rolled to his back, breathing hard, his sudden withdrawal leaving her empty.

“Come here,” he husked, coaxing and pulling her over to drape his body.

His heart pounded beneath her ear as she struggled to breathe with her cheek against his chest. Her entire body felt full of electricity, her skin carrying a charge that made the tiny hairs stand at attention. The smell of Ronan’s hardworking body was intoxicating, so delicious she pressed her nose against him.

His hands stroked up and down her back, his eyes closed as his body began to recover from its strenuous exertion.

Her stomach growled.

One of his eyes opened and focused on her. “Don’t tell me the last thing you ate was lunch.”

“Okay,” she murmured sleepily, her limbs growing heavy.

“Oh no,cher.” He shook her gently. “No sleep until we get some food in you.”

She yawned. “I’m too tired to eat.”

“This won’t be the only time I ride you hard tonight.” He rolled with her cradled in his arms and looked down at her with his hair a wild tangle around his stunningly gorgeous face. “You need the calories.”

“I need sleep.Youneed calories.”

He paused in the act of getting out of bed, twisting back toward her from his seat on the edge. “Pardon?”

“You’re too lean,” she told him, curling onto her side. “I think you’re leaner now than when I met you. You’re not eating enough.”

He studied her with a slight smile, reaching over to run his hand through her hair. “You sound like Marcelle.”

“Hmm.”

He gave her a playful swat on the butt and stood, laughing at her grumbled protest as he pulled off the condom, wrapped it in a tissue from the box on her nightstand, and tossed it in the wastebasket by her vanity. “Get up, tigress. I’m certain there’s something in the kitchen I can whip together.”

“I doubt it.”

“Messy and can’t cook.” He bent and kissed her. “My dream girl.Allons.”

Moaning in protest, Ireland dragged herself to the edge of the bed and sat up.

“You make that sound again,cher, and you’ll get your wish to be flat on your back in that bed.”

She could tell he wasn’t making an empty threat because his cock had visually expressed its interest. She started to moan to get her way…

He put his hand over her mouth, laughing. “If you won’t behave for you, do it for me. I’ll need the energy to keep up with your insatiable demands.”

Nodding her acquiescence, she grinned when his hand fell away. Then she stood and swayed on her feet, her legs weak.

Ronan caught her and gave her a measured look. “Is that from lack of food, or was I too hard on you?”

“You were perfect.” She pushed onto her tiptoes to kiss his jaw, relying on his support. “You could even go harder if that’s what drives you wild. I love it when you lose control.”

“Youdrive me wild.” He reached for her kimono on the bed and handed it to her, then grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, only partially fastening them. Slung low on his hips, the softly draped denim revealed twin dimples just above the curve of his magnificent ass and the most outrageously defined abs she’d ever seen. The way those hard muscles arrowed down to his hefty penis made her want him all over again.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the kitchen.

In short order, Ireland had another glass of orange juice in front of her, and Ronan was flipping an omelet with caramelized onion and sharp cheddar cheese.

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