Staking His Claim (Ranchers of Chatum County 1)

He slowly penetrated her with his finger up to his first knuckle. She was small and her inner muscles clenched him tightly. He felt the restriction of her hymen, and a fierce, territorial satisfaction hammered at his guts.

Yeah, that was what he wanted from her. That was the beginning of what he wanted from her.

He carefully manipulated his finger while she moaned and shivered around him. Her chin butted against his cheek in agitation, and he sank his tongue in her mouth and began kissing her as he tested the strength of her virginity.

Sweat broke out on his brow when she whimpered in pain.

Son of a bitch.

This was going to hurt her. Goddamnit! He really, truly, did not want to hurt her.

He carefully removed his finger and slid it over her clit again. She began mewling in need and panting against him.

With a vague idea of getting her so hot she might not feel the pain, he spread her legs wide and dropped down between them.

Shock hit Elaina when Raul lifted her thighs over his shoulders and pushed his head between her legs. “Raul—”

“Shh, be still, it’ll be okay.”

Her shaking fingers sank in his hair as he spread her folds open and looked up at her, his face a contrast of emotions. She saw need, worry, and arousal as he looked at her, his finger falling on the bud above her sex again.

Pleasure pierced her and embarrassment fled completely as she watched him begin swiping her with his tongue, all the while manipulating her clit until she began feeling great waves wrapping around her spine, flowing from her breasts down to pulsating need beating through her feminine core.

Her breath came quicker and mingled with the rough growling noises coming from his throat as he moved his tongue on her.

His dark, velvet brown eyes tangled with hers from his position between her thighs, and she knew the look on his face was going to push her over the edge.

He came to his knees between her thighs, picked up the condom and began ripping the small package apart.

He rolled it down his length and came back down on top of her, his mouth landing on hers and his finger pushing against the pearl above her sex, wanting her as hot as she had been ten seconds before.

He didn’t have to wait that long.

His finger on her clit and his tongue in her mouth was enough to do it.

She became frantic in his arms, and he knew she was about to detonate. His abs clenching in vicious need, the muscles in his neck cording, he pushed himself between her thighs, pressing her knees apart and hooking her legs up and around his waist. He lunged into her, taking her virginity with one smooth, hard thrust of his hips, pushing himself into her until he didn’t know where he stopped and she began.

The blood pounding through his veins in a deep primal rhythm, he felt her take a shuddering breath and gave her to the count of three heartbeats to absorb the fullness of his intrusion. Then her muscles began contracting around him and he felt the shimmer began to take her. He began stroking her, pushing his hips in and out, stroking her in time with the pulsing contractions of her inner muscles.

His lips landed on hers again, his hips pumping into her, and he felt it the second the orgasm took her body. She screamed against him, the sound muffled by his tongue and mouth over hers. She shimmered in his arms, and he pummeled into her, his erection engorging with the last influx of blood, his ejaculation strong as he erupted inside of her, following her over a precipice of pleasure so intense, he didn’t know how he’d managed to live this long without it.

Elaina came back to herself, the glaring light from the lamp not allowing her to hide from anything.

Raul lay on top of her, still deeply imbedded in her, the only things keeping him from crushing her were his elbow and forearm holding him apart from her, just enough so she could draw breath.

Her mind screamed from stunned shock at the way it had been between them.

Was this normal? Was sex always like this? Surely not. She bit her lip as her heart rate slowly receded. She expelled a shallow, shaky sigh.

His voice rumbled from the pillow above her head, “Did I hurt you?”

Surprisingly, no. “No.” It was all she could manage.

That one fast climax against the barn earlier in the evening hadn’t prepared her for the complete and total intimacy of sex. Sex with Raul Vega.

Christ.

He was right. She never had a fighting chance. Had she ever stood a chance against him?