Naked, he pushed her back onto the bed, crawling over her. He paused to nip her hip, leaving a small red bite mark on her skin. She yelped, shoving his head away. “I told you not to leave marks, you ass! How would you like it if I did that to you?”
“You can mark me wherever you want,” he answered, looking down at her irate face.
Dominique reached between them, wrapping her hand around his cock. “Anywhere?” she asked, squeezing hard.
“Anywhere but there.”
Her eyes sparkled as she grinned up at him. Her grip loosened slightly, and she stroked his length. Seeing her like that, feeling her touch, Ronan almost didn’t recognize her.
He pulled back, forcing her to release her hold on him, and shoved her legs up and apart.
“Ronan—” she began. Her words were cut off as he leaned down and licked her from the bottom of her slit to her clit. “Gods,” she hissed, twitching beneath his mouth.
Dominique tilted her hips, her hands landing in his hair again. A low moan escaped her when he latched his mouth on her clit, sucking gently. The tip of his tongue circled the swollen flesh, flicking and rubbing. She squirmed when he kept his touch light, fighting for more contact. He never added pressure, just suckled and licked until her muscles quivered from strain. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling harder when he didn’t stop what he was doing.
“Ronan,” she repeated his name, this time it was a demand rather than a question.
“Hmmm.” Her hips jerked at the vibrations against her clit.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Hmmm.”
Her thighs closed around his head, her heels digging into his back as she tried to lift her hips against his mouth to add pressure. Ronan used his hand to pin her down to the bed, holding her fast when she tried to buck against him.
“If you don’t make me come, I’m locking myself in the bathroom and taking care of it myself,” she threatened.
“Go ahead,” he said, speaking the words directly against her clit.
Dominique tried to shove him away and get up, but he held her down easily. When she fought harder, he shifted up and over her, using his body to flatten her to the bed. Her hands moved to his shoulders, pushing at him, but he wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let her gain any leverage.
He smirked down at her frustrated face. “I thought you were going to lock yourself in the bathroom.”
She growled at him, and Ronan nipped her bottom lip, angling his hips as he licked his way into her mouth. Dominique’s legs wrapped around his waist as his cock prodded her entrance. She reached between them, grasping his dick and positioning him where she wanted him.
“I wouldn’t have to if you’d give me what I want,” she shot back.
As soon as the tip of his dick slipped inside her, she used her legs to pull him closer, and Ronan surged inside her. The hot, wet clasp of her pussy enveloped his cock like it was made for him. When he felt her shudder beneath him, the need to come hit him hard.
He didn’t move, waiting for the sensation to pass, but her muscles twitched around him, nearly taking him over the edge. Ronan reached between them, resting his thumb on her clit. Hismagic curled out of the pad of his thumb, flicking the bundle of nerves.
“What are you doing?” Dominique groaned, her back arching as he focused the tendril of magic on her clit, vibrating and circling. Her pussy grew tighter and wetter, sucking him deeper.
“You gonna come for me, Princess?” he asked, ignoring her question.
Her fingertips dug into his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh deep enough to leave more marks. “Yes,” she hissed.
He focused on the way she felt, the way her breathing changed, and urged her on with his magic. Her body shuddered beneath his as the orgasm hit her hard and fast. Dominique dragged her nails down his back as he removed his hand and finally moved his hips. He withdrew from her body and thrust inside as she came apart around him, shaking and gasping. His hips slammed into hers over and over until he was coming so hard he felt like he was being turned inside out.
He slumped over her, his head pressing into the duvet beneath them, and tried to catch his breath.
What in the hell just happened?
Dizzy and unsure, Ronan didn’t move as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he’d fucked his fiancée, a woman he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t touch. Not only that—he wanted to do it again. And as often as possible.
When he could feel his legs again, he levered his body off of hers, rolling to the edge of mattress and off the bed. Dominique looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her face relaxed and gentle. He didn’t speak as he went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth a few moments later. Ronan tried to reach down to clean between her legs, but she snatched the cloth from his hand.
“I appreciate the gesture, but I’ll take care of it,” she insisted.
