Page 15 of Her Outlaw Prisoner
A sharp breath leaves him, like he’s been waiting for permission. Then, slowly, he pulls out—only to slide back in, just as slow. A deep, toe-curling sensation ripples through me, making my stomach tighten. The discomfort lingers, but underneath it is something new—something pleasurable.
Ronan must feel my body’s response because his lips curl into a gentle smile. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, rolling his hips again, this time a little deeper. “You feel that?”
I nod breathlessly, my fingers clutching at his shoulders. “Y-yeah.”
He growls, nipping at my bottom lip before thrusting again—slow, deep.
My body trembles. The pain fades with each languid movement, replaced by something hotter, sharper, more intense.
Ronan watches me, his expression tightening. “You feel so fucking good around me.” His voice is thick with restraint. “Like you were made for me, Eleanor.”
His words hit something deep inside me, something untouched, unspoken. Because he’s right. This feels right. I arch beneath him, my hips rising to meet his, needing more. Needing him.
He curses under his breath, his grip on my waist tightening. “Fuck,” he groans, lowering his head to my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”
I gasp, pleasure lancing through me as he moves faster, harder. The friction, the heat, the way he fills me completely…it’s too much and not enough all at once. I cling to him, every nerve ending in my body sparking to life. My legs tighten around his waist, anchoring him to me, silently begging him to keep going, to never stop.
And he doesn’t.
He moves like a man possessed, like he’s starving, like he’s wanted this for as long as I have. His thrusts become deeper, rougher, more demanding, hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out.
Ronan groans at the sound, his pace faltering for a second before he slams into me again, right there.
“Oh, yeah!” I gasp, my vision going white for a moment.
His lips brush my ear, his voice gravel and sin. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
I whimper, completely lost in the way he’s making me feel. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me, until I feel like I might snap apart.
“Ronan,” I breathe, digging my nails into his back. “I think…I think I’m gonna…”
His hips snap into mine, his breathing ragged. “Come for me, baby.”
I don’t even have time to process the command before the world shatters around me. My body spasms, my breath catches, and pleasure crashes through me like a tidal wave, raw and all-consuming. I cry out, clinging to Ronan as he drives me through it, never slowing, never letting go.
And then he’s right there with me.
His rhythm falters, his grip on me almost bruising, and with a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself inside me one last time, his body shuddering against mine.
For a long moment, neither of us move.
We just lie there, tangled together, breathing hard, hearts racing. Ronan buries his face in my hair, his chest heaving against mine. I feel his lips brush my temple, soft and lingering.
And my heart aches.
Because this isn’t just sex. It’s something more.
Something beyond either of us.
Chapter Five
Ronan
Eleanor is still curled against me, her breath warm on my chest, her delicate fingers resting lightly over my heart. I run my hand down her back, my fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against her skin.
I should feel satisfied. I just had her, all of her—but it only made things worse. Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let her go.
I wish I had all the time in the world to savor this moment, but I know a guard could walk in any minute now. I wish I didn’t have to go back to that damn cell.
