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Two fingers filled me, sinking into my core without hesitation. The wet sounds they made as they pumped back and forth turned my ears warm. He didn’t give me time to feel embarrassed, his controlled movements drawing out pleasure until every point of contact felt magnified.

“Feels good.” My words came out strained. I was somehow sure Ronan would enjoy them.

He growled in approval, mouth clamping on my neck, fingers rolling and pulling my nipple as his fingers filled me.

Tension coiled tight through my whole body, sound muffled except for his hurried rasps. The overwhelming need was almost painful. My knees long gone weak, I trembled in his arms as wave after wave of my orgasm crashed over me.

Boneless, I collapsed, trusting him to catch me. He swooped me into his arms, cradling me against his chest in one easy movement.

“That’s one,” he said.

I lifted my gaze to his slowly, raising my brows, still too out of it to speak.

“Every time you please me, you earn a reward.”

My skin prickled at the promise in his voice. Did counting mean he planned on multiple? My thoughts shifted. If I was getting a reward, did that also mean… “Will I be punished?”

“Do you want to be?” Ronan questioned.

I mean, I’d read about it in romance books, and it seemed fun, but… I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me. “No.”

“Good, because I only want to do things that make you feel good tonight.”

Biting at the corner of my lip, I wondered just how far I could push it.

His hold on me went rigid, and his blown-wide pupils swallowed the color of his eyes. “That’s it. Keep looking at me like that.”

“Can you tell me what that’s for?” I gestured to the forgotten bench.

“You want to play?”

“Yes—”

He kissed me hard, and his tongue filled my mouth, causing the heat to return beneath my navel. I shifted in his arms, and his lips curved against mine, breaking the kiss.

Without me noticing, he’d walked us to the edge of the bench. From here, I could see there was a metal vertical post that rose several feet above, and a horizontal one that spanned perpendicularly over the bed. The silver ring fixed to the middle caught the light.

I may have never been into BDSM, but I knew a sex swing when I saw one.

“Are you going to suspend me?”

Ronan lowered me, the back of my thighs sinking into the leather cushion, and my feet dangled off the edge. He kept one palm on the top of my thigh and reached over for black straps from the small table next to him.

I leaned to the side, trying to make out the other objects on the table, but he called my name. “Gwen.”

My chin snapped back. The sound of my name in his voice sent my pulse kicking up a notch. “Hmm?”

He dangled the straps from his fingers. They unfolded into two four-inch-wide bands that hung in oval circles like misshapen hula hoops.

“I don’t know. Will I suspend you?”

It took a second for me to realize he’d responded to my previous question. My brows furrowed, head tilting to the side as I tried to figure out what he meant.

Ronan’s lips pressed together, the corner of his lip twitching as he fought off a smile, but he couldn’t hide the humor in his eyes. “How did you hide the fact that you’re this fucking cute?”

My mouth dropped open, then closed.

“You asked if I was going to suspend you. What should you have said?”