she yielded for him, her sex feeling stretched, as if he was too big. Pulling back, he thrust forward again. This time she felt pain, a stinging sensation that made her cry out. Ryan stopped moving for a moment, and then he turned his head and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard, grazing his teeth over the hard little bud, while he began to move inside her again.
The two sensations mingled together, and the pain and discomfort in her sex melted away as the erotic pain of his mouth on her breasts took over. He pushed deeper, almost filling her before pulling back to thrust hard one last time. Too much: she tensed but tried to breathe through it, her senses overloaded. However, when he slid back out of her again, his solid cock stroking her inner walls, it felt so much better.
Gradually she relaxed, and his movements took her higher. In and out, he moved, her arousal rising a notch with each stroke of his cock inside her. If she stared at the roof of the barn she was sure she could see the stars that glistened outside, it was as though they were watching over her, shining down on her, and she rose to fly with them through the night sky.
Her orgasm hit her hard. A cry escaped Ciara, the intensity surprising, making her call out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Then he came, his voice mingling with hers as he ground out his orgasm. A roar, loud in her ear, telling the world he had claimed his mate. If anything, his voice made her orgasm peak higher; the sense of being owned by him was both delicious and very unnerving. As he jerked deep inside her, perhaps already making a child, the fears she had returned.
Would he stick to his word? This man who made her feel complete, made her feel alive on a level she had never experienced, could he keep his promise? Would they work things out so they could both be happy?
As he slumped forward, down onto her, his breathing laboured, she hoped so. Kissing his neck, she once more breathed in his manly scent and let it tingle her nose. There was no doubt of their bond, and the bond was always right. As she wrapped her hands around his neck and held him close, feeling the heat of his body, she hoped this would work out.
Chapter Twelve – Ryan
He carried her to his house and laid her in his bed. There was a feeling of triumph in his heart, but he kept that from her. She didn’t need to hear the bear inside his head as he roared in defiance. He had claimed his mate, and she was his; she would breed his cubs and live in his den.
Yes. The bear would stay cooped up for now, until he could be trusted not to frighten Ciara away. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, looking down at her black hair as, just in his dreams, it spilled across his pillow.
He reached down and touched it, letting the silky tendrils slip through his fingers. Leaning down, he kissed her lips. “Anything?”
“No, thank you. I just want to sleep.”
“Do you mind if I lie with you?” he asked.
She turned and half smiled. “It’s your bed.”
“I know. But I don’t want to force myself … my company on you.”
She moved over and then lifted the covers for him. “Hold me.”
He didn’t wait to be asked twice. Sliding in next to her, he pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her, never wanting to let her go. Listening to her breathing, he knew the exact moment she drifted off to sleep, but he couldn’t bear to leave the real world for the world of dreams. What if he woke up and she was no longer there? What if all this had been a dream?
He lifted his hand to stroke her hair, allowing the soft strands to tangle with his fingers, making sure they were real and she wasn’t some fantasy he had conjured up from his deep need to be with her. The scent of her hair was like coming home, rich citrus mixed with the smell of the mountain where her hair had tangled with the trees. He loved it, in the same way as he loved everything about her.
Slowly, he let himself settle.