Chapter 27

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Olivia

H is entire body jerked when I told him I needed him to fuck me hard. Then he moved so quickly, my pulse skittered, and I wondered if I’d misjudged playing with fire.

Ruune used his knees to part my legs, his cock hard against my thighs. He bit down on his bottom lip as if restraining himself. “You are sure you want it hard?”

My cheeks burned, but the truth was I did want him, and I wanted him to take me hard. So many emotions raced through me that I was sure my heart was going to pound out of my chest. “I do.”

His pupils flared, and he crushed his mouth to mine, parting my lips with a hard swipe of his tongue. Our tongues tangled, and he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me deeper. I wrapped my hands around his broad back, then moved them into his hair.

His kiss was so drugging, I was only faintly aware that he’d moved his hand down and was dragging the crown of his cock through my slick heat. I curled one leg around his waist, and he groaned. He tore his mouth from mine, breath catching in his chest as he notched his broad crown at my opening, holding it there.

My heart was knocking against my ribs, and my entire body trembled, but I didn’t want him to stop.

He stroked a finger down my cheek, his voice a velvet purr. “Olivia.”

“Please, Ruune,” I whispered. “I want you inside me. I need you inside me.”

He put his forehead to mine as he pushed his cock in slowly. The stretch made my breath catch in my throat as my body adjusted to take all of him. He paused, lifting himself to hold my gaze as thrust himself the rest of the way, with a single, powerful stroke.

I gasped from the intrusion. Even though he was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with, my body stretched to take him, and the burn faded to a delicious sensation of being filled. The knob at the base of his cock brushed my clit, reminding me that he was definitely not human.

Raising himself to his elbows, he dragged his cock slowly out and back in, his neck muscles tight from the restraint. “So tight.”

I lifted my hips to meet his, and his pupils widened again. “You like that?”

I nodded. “I want more.”

He dragged his thumb across my lips then slipped it inside my mouth. I sucked on it, and he growled. He sat back on his heels, lifting my hips with his hands and spreading my legs wider. Looking down, he let out a dark growl. “So perfect.”

I watched his dark blue cock slide inside me, and the sight of it splitting me sent intoxicating shivers down my spine. Then Ruune tilted his hips forward so that his knob stroked my clit with each thrust of his cock. I flopped back, closing my eyes as pleasure flamed deep in my core. Then his cock and knob both started to vibrate.

I could only gasp. Caroline had mentioned nothing about this, but it was an amazing surprise. I gripped his shoulders as he moved inside me, and my body started to tremble.

His expression was wild, and his dark hair had fallen around his face, making him look almost dangerous. “You take me so well. It’s like you were made for me.”

“Maybe I was.”

He thrust harder, his jaw tight. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Ruune.” In that moment, with his thick cock filling me and vibrating inside me like a living sex toy, his knob vibrating on my clit, and my entire body about to detonate, there was no lie in my words. I was his.

My legs shook as my body pulsed around his vibrating cock. I clutched his back, my fingernails scraping his flesh as he pounded into me. When he arched his back and gave one final hard thrust, I screamed as he emptied into me. Then he fell forward, bracing his elbows on the bed to keep from crushing me.

I coiled both legs around his waist to pull him onto me, but he flipped onto his back, taking me with him. I was panting as I rested my head on his chest, rising and falling with him as he caught his breath.

Ruune slowly traced one hand down the length of my back as we both lay quietly, neither of us saying anything about the rules we’d just broken or the things we’d said.

It was one night, I told myself as I felt myself drifting close to sleep. And could you really feel guilty about what happened on New Year’s Eve?