“Careful,” he murmurs, his hand steadying me.
“Make me,” I purr, the corner of my mouth quirking.
His eyes darken. The laughter dies, no longer to be found. “Don't tempt me.”
He finds the zipper on my dress and drags it down slower than necessary, holding my gaze with his own vibrant emerald eyes. Goosebumps raise on my skin as we do. His wide,tattooed hands peel away the dress, sweeping down my spine as it falls away, and I’m left in only my lacy bra and panties and the stilettos I wore tonight.
He makes it no secret his gaze travels over the length of me.
Ravenous hunger fueled by desire so intense it’s visceral.
“Look at you,” he rasps, voice hoarser than usual. His gaze drags back up to meet mine. “So gorgeous. So goddamn sexy. Every single fucking inch of you. You know exactly what you do to me.”
“Less talking,” I reply coquettishly, reaching for his shirt. “More touching.”
He releases a laugh as low and guttural as his voice, and then he’s claiming me by the mouth again.
More heat flushes onto my skin. More tremors rack through me.
I flick my tongue back to his and focus on unbuttoning his shirt. I’m reaching the last button within a few seconds, spreading the fabric open and pushing it off his shoulders.
Our breathing grows heavy in between kisses until Ronan’s impatience kicks in and he spins me around.
My back to his front.
Suddenly I’m pulled against the solid wall of his chest and his hard erection is poking against my ass.
His lips graze over the curve of my neck, breath warm and ragged. My eyes flutter shut as my head falls to the side, giving him access to whatever he wants.
“You feel what you do to me?” he growls into my skin. “How fucking hard I am for you right now? How badly I want you?”
I almost smirk. “Then stop making me wait.”
The groan he exhales against my neck sends a vibration straight through me. It winds up fueling the arousal heating me up from the inside, making my pussy throb.
He reaches up and unclasps my bra. The straps are still sliding down my arms when his palms are cupping my breasts and giving them a firm, appreciative squeeze.
Then he bends me over the edge of the bed and strips off my panties. Cool air brushes my naked skin, but the shudder I let out is more about the anticipation as Ronan’s belt clangs and he undoes his pants.
He’s grabbing me by the ass and thrusting himself inside me before I can even prepare myself for how intense it’ll be. The moan I release is shameless and throaty, eyes screwing shut and fingers twining in the fabric of the duvet.
Ronan stretches me like he always does, making me feel so full and complete that he becomes all I know.
He’s everything in this moment as he grips my flesh and braces himself over me, and then his hips start to move.
I don’t hold back, crying out and rocking my body back against his. He’s so damn big, so damn thick, his strokes so damn smooth and deep, I’m already on the edge.
We’ve been through hell in recent weeks. The pleasure chemicals rushing me are a welcome change to my nervous system.
“YES!” I scream, fisting the duvet. “Fuck my pussy with your big fucking dick!”
He rumbles out a growl in answer, the primal and masculine sound straight from his chest. His pace increases, hips slamming forward in faster and harder thrusts.
I love every second of it, as the large bed rocks and creaks and our bodies become slicked with heat.
He pushes me down ’til my face is buried in the duvet and my ass is round and raised high. Squeezing my flesh tighter, he spears into me and forces more sharp cries out of me.
I can only take his huge dick as he fucks me, his strong hands gripping me so powerfully I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
