Page 5 of Her Outlaw Prisoner (Vanishing With the Rebel #1)

My name falls from his lips like a question, as if to ask me again if I am sure, if I think he’s worthy of my trust. I nod wordlessly.

Because it’s true. I trust him like I’ve never trusted anyone in my life.

And no matter what happens after today, one thing is sure—I will never regret this moment with him.

Ronan kisses me again, slowly this time, deeply, until our breaths become one.

Then I feel him tug his pants down. Without breaking the kiss, he takes both of my hands in his, interlinking our fingers and raising our hands above our heads.

Then he shifts his weight above me until the tip of his cock is nestling against my entrance.

He breaks the kiss to lock his gaze on mine, his eyes communicating everything he can’t put into words. Slowly, he pushes into me.

A sharp gasp escapes my lips, my body tensing at the painful intrusion. My fingers tighten around Ronan’s as a shudder racks through me. It’s too much—too big, too overwhelming, stretching me in ways I’ve never experienced.

He stills immediately, his breathing ragged. “Eleanor,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Relax for me, baby. Breathe.”

I try, but my body isn’t listening. There’s a burn, an ache that makes me want to pull away, even as my heart begs me to stay. Ronan’s grip on my hands tightens, grounding me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, his voice low, soothing. “Just feel me. Let me in.”

His lips trail down my cheek, along my jaw, feathering kisses that make me shiver.

He moves slowly, freeing one of his hands to stroke along my thigh, then up to my waist, tracing soft circles over my skin.

The tenderness in his touch contrasts with the undeniable power of his body caging me in, surrounding me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “So fucking perfect. And you’re taking me so well, baby.”

I exhale shakily, and he takes that moment to push in another inch. I whimper, my nails digging into his forearms.

“Fuck,” he grits out. His body is shaking with restraint, his muscles tight, his breathing heavy. “You’re so goddamn tight, Eleanor. You’re killing me.”

His words send a shiver through me, not of fear, but of something else entirely. I like that I’m affecting him. That he’s losing control because of me.

He kisses me again, slower this time, coaxing me into relaxation as he inches forward.

My body stretches around him, still aching but adjusting.

And when he finally seats himself fully inside me, he lets out a deep, guttural groan, his forehead pressing against mine.

I feel full, consumed. Like I belong to him in a way I’ve never belonged to anyone.

I exhale shakily. “Ronan…”

He lifts his head, eyes dark and molten. His gaze burns through me, setting my skin ablaze.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine. “Just tell me what you need, baby. Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head. “No.”

His jaw flexes. “Do you want me to move?”

I hesitate, then nod. “Please.”

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.