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His words unravel the last of my restraint. My body trembles as a powerful orgasm builds within me, a tidal wave of pleasure about to crash over me. Ryan's hand moves faster, his fingers thrusting into me with an urgency that matches my own desperate need.
With a muffled cry, I succumb to the waves of ecstasy that wash over me, my body shuddering with the force of my release. Ryan's hand covers my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure as I ride out the aftershocks of my climax.
As the last tremors subside, Ryan withdraws his hand, leaving me panting and spent. But before I can even catch my breath, I feel him behind me, the rustle of fabric as he frees himself from his pants.
"Are you ready for me, Jenna?" Ryan asks, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Are you ready to take all of me?"
I nod, my body already responding to the promise in his words. With one hand on my hip and the other guiding his length, Ryan thrusts into me in one swift movement. A strangled cry escapes my lips at the sudden fullness, and Ryan's hand clamps over my mouth once more, reminding me to stay quiet.
Ryan's thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, each stroke stoking the fire within me anew. I can feel another orgasm building, a fierce, all-consuming storm that threatens to tear me apart.
"Ryan... I can't..." I whimper, my body trembling on the brink of another climax.
"You can, and you will," Ryan insists, his voice a harsh, commanding growl. "You're strong, Jenna. Strong enough to take everything I give you."
His words galvanize me, lending me the strength to meet him thrust for thrust. Our bodies move together in a primal dance as old as time, each stroke bringing us closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Ryan's hand tightens on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts into me with a final, powerful surge. His body shudders against mine as he reaches his own release, and I can feel the warmth of his seed filling me.
The sensation sends me spiraling over the edge once more, my body convulsing around him as I succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. Stars explode behind my eyelids as I surrender to the overwhelming tide of ecstasy that sweeps me away.
For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the pounding of our hearts in sync with one another. Ryan withdraws from me, and I can't help but feel a pang of loss at the absence of his warmth.
"You are truly amazing, Jenna," Ryan murmurs, his voice filled with awe and admiration. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, a silent vow of his protection and his heart.
Slowly, reality begins to seep back in. The sounds of the house, the distant hum of the city beyond, the ever-present ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway—all reminders that we're not alone, that we've just taken a tremendous risk in the heart of Ryan's family's domain.
The sound of footsteps in the hallway outside has us springing apart like guilty teenagers caught in a compromising position. We hastily arrange our wrinkled clothing, our movements frantic and furtive.
The kitchen door swings open, and Hannah breezes in, a bright smile lighting up her delicate features. "Hey, you two!" she chirps cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the charged atmosphere thick enough to cut with a knife. "Something smells amazing. Please tell me you made enough to share?"
I force a smile, willing my thundering heart to calm its frantic rhythm as I nod. "Of course. I made a double batch, just like Grandma used to."
"You're the best," Hannah says, crossing the room to envelop me in a hug.
But her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes as she pulls away, her gaze darting between Ryan and me with a piercing intensity. It's as if she can sense the shift in the air, the lingering traces of our shared passion still clinging to our skin like a fragrant perfume.
Ryan, ever the alpha, seems unperturbed by the potential discovery. His voice is steady, a low rumble that stirs the embers of desire still smoldering within me, as he says, "Hannah, could you set the table, please?"
"Sure thing, Ryan," Hannah replies, her tone light, but there's a subtle edge to her words that makes me shift uncomfortably. She moves to the cabinet to gather plates and silverware, her movements deliberate and precise, as if she's trying to mask her unease.
I need a moment to collect myself, to wash away the evidence of our forbidden tryst. "I'll just... um, freshen up before we eat," I stammer, my words tumbling out in a rush. I practically sprintfrom the room, eager to escape the watchful eyes of Ryan's sister and the heated memories of what we've just done in her family's kitchen.
Chapter 9
Jenna
We settle around the table, the tense silence broken only by the clink of utensils against plates. Elder Thorne's steely gaze fixes on me, his weathered features betraying a hint of disapproval.
I clear my throat. "I wanted to make a nice meal to thank all of you for your hospitality in letting me stay here."
Hannah offers me an encouraging smile. "That's very kind of you, Jenna. We're happy to have you."
Elder Thorne arches an eyebrow. "A human making pack meals. How...unorthodox." He takes a tentative bite of the lasagna, then his eyes widen slightly in surprise. "Although, I must admit, you've got some skills in the kitchen."
"She's an amazing cook," Ryan rumbles, shooting me a warm look that sends pleasant shivers down my spine. His deep voice caresses my name with unmistakable fondness. "The lasagna's her specialty."
Hannah nods. "We're lucky to have you here, Jenna." Her tone holds a subtle rebuke toward the Elder, letting me know she has my back.
