She has no idea how wrong she is.
“Look at me,” I command, tilting her chin up. “This isn’t ending, Rayne.”
Doubt flickers in her eyes. “The auction was just?—”
“Fuck the auction. That’s not what this is anymore.”
Before she can argue, I claim her mouth again, pouring every ounce of possession into my kiss. She responds with equal fervor, rolling her hips against me until I’m hard as steel beneath her.
“Mr. Ward.” The driver’s voice interrupts us through the intercom. “We’ve arrived.”
I break the kiss, watching her chest rise and fall with rapid breaths. Her eyes are glazed with desire, cheeks flushed.
Mine. All mine.
“Come,” I say, opening the door and leading her out.
The moment we step inside the mansion, she’s on me again, fingers working at my tie with surprising dexterity. I back her against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
“Eager, aren’t we?” I say, biting gently at her earlobe.
“I need you,” she breathes. “Now.”
There’s that desperation again, like she’s racing against a clock only she can hear. I release her wrists to unzip her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stands before me in nothing but lace panties and heels, her skin glowing in the dim light of the foyer.
“Perfect,” I whisper, trailing my fingers down her bare stomach.
She tugs me forward by my tie, her boldness shocking and arousing in equal measure. “Your turn.”
I let her undress me, watching her face as she reveals my chest, my arms. Her fingers trace the muscles there with reverence, and something in my chest tightens painfully. No one has ever looked at me the way she does, like I’m more than my wealth or power. Like I’m a man she craves for himself alone.
She slides to her knees, looking up at me through her lashes as she unbuckles my belt. I nearly come undone at the sight.
“Not yet,” I growl, lifting her back to her feet. “I need to be inside you first.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her up the stairs, her mouth never leaving mine. We stumble down the hallway, shedding the last of our clothing as we go. By the time we reach my bedroom, we’re both naked, panting with need.
I throw her onto the bed, watching her bounce on the mattress. Her hair fans out around her like spun gold against the dark sheets.
She reaches for me, but I step back, taking in the view. Her full breasts, the curve of her hips, the apex of her thighs glistening with want. I want to devour her slowly, but there’s time for that later. Right now, I need to claim her.
“Ronan,” she says, spreading her legs in invitation. “Please.”
I crawl up her body, trailing kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh. Her scent is intoxicating. When my mouth finds her pussy, she arches off the bed with a cry that echoes through the room.
I taste her thoroughly, lapping at her wetness, circling her clit with my tongue until her thighs tremble around my head. I can barely breathe, and I don’t even fucking care. There’s no better way to go than being suffocated like this.
With the way she writhes and tightens her thighs around me, I can tell she’s close, so close, her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Not yet,” I say, pulling away, fully aware of her juices glistening around my mouth. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I slide up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. Our eyes lock as I push into her—one slow, relentless thrust that buries me to the hilt. So fucking good. The sensation is overwhelming, her tight, wet heat enveloping me completely.
“Fuck,” I groan, staying still to savor the feeling. “Sweetheart, you're killing me.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Move. Please, Ronan.”
I begin to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing force. Each slam of my hips draws a gasp from her lips, a sound I want to bottle and keep forever. Her nails dig into my back, marking me as thoroughly as I’m marking her.
