He doesn’t speak, not bothering to offer any sort of explanation.
Instead, he ducks his head and plants a deep kiss on my mouth. His lips crush against mine as he holds my face in his hands, and I almost jerk back from the shock of it all.
My body goes still. Except for my hands—they come up to his chest, his heart jackhammering under my palm. He’s operating off the same kind of thrill. Some intense adrenaline that’s pushed him to do whatever the hell he’s been up to this afternoon.
But as my lips part and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I’m pretty sure I know what.
I know just what my husband’s done… and it shatters any fight I’d normally have. I give into him, heat rushing me as his kiss deepens and I’m left reeling.
Ronan’s covered in another man’s blood. He meant what he said.
Somebody messes with me, they’re messing with him. Now they’ve paid the price for it.
The thought only turns me on more.
Ronan’s hand travels down to the side of my throat while my fingers twine in his bloodied shirt and he kisses me like a madman.
His tongue lashes against my own. His lips claim and dominate and earn the moan I give. I melt into him as he consumes me without apology.
He pushes me further back against the pillows, climbing on top as if I’m the prey he’s trapped. I’m his meal to devour.
He pulls back long enough to look down at me. His eyes are wild and intense, burning into mine. My lips are swollen and tender. He’s husking out deep breaths, sounding every bit the predator he is.
I’m breathing hard too, my chest heaving.
For a second that feels like an eternity, we peer into each other’s face, so locked in we might as well be moths drawn to a flame.
His thumb strokes against the small indentation at the base of my throat.
“It’s handled,” he says, his voice rubbed raw.
Two words that confirm what I’ve already figured out. But they’re two words that make my heart race as fast as his and pussy clench between my thighs.
Any normal woman would be horrified; she’d think her husband a monster.
She’d be terrified of what he was capable of.
But as I peer up at Ronan, I’m only drawn to him more. I’m attracted to my husband in a dark, primal way that excites me. That makes my pulse thrum faster.
I reach up and grab the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him back down.
This time, I’m the one who kisses him. I drag his lips to mine, and it’s the final confirmation either of us need—the second our lips touch, we’re going at each other.
I’m gripping Ronan’s hair tight. He’s pinning me down and shoving up my nightie. Our bodies slip into position as I part my thighs and he wedges himself in between. Together we work his belt free of his pants and shove them off ’til they’re pushed down and his hard, dripping cock’s jutting out.
I gasp as he slams into me with no further preamble. Just one quick, hard thrust of his hips, and he’s buried himself deep.
I’ve only had him once before, so it’s a lot to process.
Suddenly my pussy’s stretching to accommodate Ronan Callahan’s big fat dick a second time.
My pussy stings in protest, immediately overwhelmed by his girth and length. But there’s no slowing down now—not in such a raw, unfiltered moment of hot passion and lust.
Ronan grips my hips and returns his mouth to mine. He starts pounding away, setting a fast pace that someone as inexperienced as me can’t even grasp. I’m left reeling all over again, his dick filling me up ’til I can’t possibly take any more.
Yet somehow I do. As my nails sink into his chest and arms and then his back, I find a way. My pussy stretches to fit him, tingling and stinging all at once.
Pleasure builds from somewhere deep. Then it grows, multiplying the more Ronan slams his hips and his cock forces its way inside.
