Page 68 of Dustwalker
“Lara,” Ronin growled through bared teeth. The sound vibrated from him straight to her core.
Within her fist, his cock pulsed. It was solid but not inflexible. Lara slid her foot to his ass, nudging his pants down to free his erection fully, and then she stroked. A shudder coursed through him.
Before she realized what he meant to do, he grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled to either side. The sound of ripping fabric was thunderous, matched only by the beating of her heart.
Ronin leaned back, pulling the halves of her pants down to expose her thighs. As he tossed the material of the ruined garment aside, he didn’t look away from her. His eyes fixated on her bared pussy, pupils dilating and contracting.
“You are beautiful, Lara.” Gripping one of her knees, he trailed his other hand up the inside of her leg, leaving heat in its wake. Lara shivered, breath growing shallow.
He parted her folds, exposing her to the fire of his gaze. The tip of his finger slid over her sensitive flesh, and she couldn’t hold back a moan, couldn’t keep still. Her core clenched.
“Please…” Lara begged.
He thrust his finger into her, pressing the heel of his palm to her mound.
“Ronin!” she gasped and lifted her hips, grinding against his hand.
He paused for a moment, tilting his head, but before she could question his hesitation, he slipped another finger in, stretching her.
A spark ignited under the sweet warmth of his hand, blazing a path to every nerve ending in Lara’s body. She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she clutched the bedding. His fingers curled inside her, brushing her inner walls, fanning the flames into an inferno.
She forced her eyes open to look at him. He was watching her just as intently as he did when she danced.
No. This time, she wanted to dancewithhim, not for him.
“Wait.” Taking hold of his wrist, she guided his hand away. Her pussy tried to clamp around his fingers, to keep them right where they belonged, but they slid free anyway. The emptiness they left behind was immediate. It was huge and consuming, a throbbing, pervasive ache, and it demanded to be filled. She needed it to be filled, wanted it to be filled. By him.
Confusion flickered over his features, but he didn’t object, easing back as she sat up. The bed creaked under his weight.
Lara got onto her knees. Settling her hands on his shoulders, she urged him down. “Sit.”
He obeyed, sitting with his bent legs on either side of her. As his gaze met Lara’s, she climbed onto his lap, and his hands bracketed her hips, holding her steady while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Their eyes were level in the new position. They stared at one another, and for once, she knew exactly what he was thinking. This was the point of no return.
And she didn’t care.
Lara wanted him. She’d wanted him before tonight, but she’d shoved her desires aside. Anger was easier than lust, easier than caring. It didn’t matter if that anger was directed at him, or her feelings, or herself.
She was so tired of being angry. She needed something more, something to pull her from the misery she was so used to feeling. Something to truly live for.
Their mouths met. Ronin’s hunger equaled Lara’s, but his ferocity swiftly outmatched hers as he kissed her with savage intensity. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck, and he crushed her to him. His tongue delved deep, curling around hers, coaxing it to twine with his. And Lara succumbed to his kiss, returning it with equal fervor.
She ran her fingers through his short hair and down his back, digging her nails into his skin. Her hard nipples grazed his chest, sending whispers of pleasure through her, heightening her need.
More. She needed more. She needed Ronin inside her.
Looping her arms around his neck, Lara lifted her ass and shifted closer until the tip of his cock pressed to the entrance of her pussy. To delay any further would welcome the pain back. She didn’t want to think, she wanted to feel. She wanted…to feel connected to someone.
Before another thought could cross her mind, before she could hesitate and convince herself to stop, Lara dropped down upon him.
She cried out sharply against Ronin’s mouth at the sudden fullness as his cock plunged deep, stretching her, filling her. Her fingers curled into his shoulders. This was nothing like the pain she remembered, nothing like she’d made herself imagine. The discomfort was fleeting, and her body quickly adapted to his size, drawing him deeper inside, hungry for more.
Lara buried her face against his neck. Whatever memories she’d feared would reemerge remained buried. There was only herself and Ronin, in this room, shut away from the rest of the world, connected to each other in the most intimate way.
He was motionless beneath her, his hand clamped on the back of her neck and his fingertips digging into her hip.
“Are you all right?” he asked, voice tight.
