She moaned as he tightened his grip on her hair, her body melting deeper into his. Her lips parted beneath his, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Taking advantage of her softening, Ronan crowded her until she was trapped between him and the wall. He craved the contact of her body against his, the swells of her breasts and hips crushed against him.
Dominique shoved back against him, not to get away, but to create space between them so she could yank his shirt out of his pants and run her hands up his back, her fingers cool and smooth against his skin. It was his turn to groan when she scraped her nails against his flesh on the way back down. She wasn’t fighting him for control as he’d thought but seemed just as eager as he to touch and be touched.
He ran his hands down her body, skimming his palms over her breasts, down to her hips, and lower. Gathering the filmy material of her skirt with his fingers, he finally slipped his hands beneath her dress, up the soft skin of her thighs.
Dominique made a low sound against his mouth, her hands emerging from the back of his shirt so she could grasp the hem. She shoved the fabric up his torso, jerking her lips away from his so she could yank the garment over his head. “Off,” she demanded.
Ronan kept his hands under her skirt, palming her ass over the lace and satin underwear she wore. “You first,” he retorted against her lips.
Her mouth left his, trailing down his throat, before she sank her teeth into his skin as though she wanted to punish him for arguing with her.
Ronan chuckled as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tore them down her thighs. “You’re impatient.”
Her panties hit the floor, and he swept her off her feet, his hands back on her bare ass.
Dominique wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping him tightly as he carried her across the room to the bed. “I’m not impatient. You’re too slow,” she argued, her voice husky and breathless.
He sat down on the edge of the mattress, pulling her down on top of his hard cock, relishing the sound that escaped her throat.
She rocked against him, her hands raking through his hair.
“Better?” he asked, his cock aching as she moved against him.
“Not really,” she answered. The words would have been insulting if he couldn’t see the lust glazing her eyes.
Ronan reluctantly pried his hands off her ass and moved them straight to the zipper of her dress. The wide straps fell off her shoulders, catching on the bend of her arms. He curled his fingers around them, pulling them down until her arms were free. He cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples through the lace of her bra. Dominique gasped, tearing her mouth from his.
“How about now?” he asked. “Still too slow?” He tugged at the tip of her breast, slowly increasing the pressure.
She let her head fall back, her hips shifting restlessly on his lap as he played with her nipple. He took advantage of her distraction and unhooked the garment, stripping it from her with deft hands. The lacy material fell to the floor without a sound. His hands returned to her body, and Ronan lowered his lips to her breasts, sucking the abused tip deep into his mouth.
She moaned louder as she rocked against him, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling hard.
At the sharp pain, Ronan sank his teeth into the curve of her breast, bringing another gasp to her lips. She yanked his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back.
“What was that for?”
“Pulling my hair. Since you just did it again…” He leaned over and bit the inner curve of her other breast.
“Stop marking me,” she demanded.
“No.” He licked over the small red mark he’d left on her skin. “I like the way it looks.”
“Then, maybe I should leave a few on you,” she murmured, dragging her nails down his neck and over his shoulders, harder than she had before.
He hissed at the bite of pain, but he liked it. He also liked knowing that he would wear her marks for at least a few hours despite his accelerated healing. He stood and turned, throwing her on the bed.
Dominique cried out as her body bounced, staring at him with wide eyes. Her dress was bunched around her waist, but she was still wearing her stilettos. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Staring down at her, Ronan grasped her foot, lifting it to unbuckle the thin straps secured around her ankle. He tossed the shoe on the floor and moved to the other. As soon as he tossed the second one, he yanked the dress down her body, leaving her naked on the bed.
She was the picture of debauchery with her wild blonde hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Her bare breasts were tipped with tight nipples, begging for his mouth, and her hips were thick enough that he knew he could fuck her hard without hurting her. He stood at the end of the bed, staring at her for a long moment.
“Not sure what you’re supposed to do next?” she asked him, arching a blonde brow in his direction.
“Just giving you a chance to catch your breath,” he retorted.
Dominique smirked and sat up as his hands went to his belt, kneeling before him on the bed. Her fingers attacked his zipper as he unbuttoned his pants. Seconds later, the fabric hit the floor, but she was already yanking his underwear down his legs. Ronan shoved her hands away, stripping the rest of his clothes from his body.
