“You don’t have to keep me locked in the room,” I tell him. “I won’t leave until you say it’s okay, Ronan. Because I trust you. I trust that you’ll protect me.”
He makes a small grunt of approval. But I’m honestly not sure he even heard me. Because he’s staring at the place where my breasts are pressed against his chest. He likes that. Judging by the bulge digging into my stomach, he likes it a lot.
Knowing the way that Ronan is, I anticipate it’s only a matter of time before he’s throwing me down and fucking me again. But before things can even get that far, I reach for his hand and pull him back to the bed.
I tell him to sit down. After a moment’s hesitation, he does. And when I drop down on my knees before him, I have his undivided attention. My palms rest on his thighs, massaging the solid muscle beneath before I go any further. His pulse drums against my fingertips, betraying how much he likes this too.
“We don’t have a condom,” I remind him.
My palms are slowly creeping up his legs while I speak, keeping his attention focused on how he feels instead of the words. When I reach the bulge straining against the zipper of his trousers, I palm him through the material and then tug. He makes another sound in his throat, and his eyes flutter shut.
I pull his cock free from his briefs, toying with it while I work up the nerve for my next question. He looks huge in my hands. Pure male perfection. And the thing is, he doesn’t even know it. He just wants me. My touch. My hands on his body.
I let that go to my head a little. Because goddamn this man. He’s hot as fucking hell. That’s a fact. But if he tells me he’s only ever been with me, I might go off the deep end completely. I need to know. I need to know just how much his dark obsession burns for me. Because I don’t think I could ever let anyone else have him. He’s mine, already. But the words… the words make it real. Make it true.
I swirl my thumb over the head of his cock and squeeze, milking the moisture that’s already leaking out of him. His eyes are open now. Heavy and dark as they watch me taste him.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” I ask.
His answer is a rough murmur.
“No.”
I wrap my hand around his thick base and give it a couple more pulls, making his balls draw up against his body.
“Has anyone else got to have you, Ronan?” I ask. “Have you ever fucked anyone the way you fuck me?”
The resulting jerk of his hips makes me think he secretly likes my filthy mouth.
“No,” he grunts. “Only you, Sasha.”
A torrid fever builds inside of me, charging my blood with manic possession. Jesus. I nearly come just thinking about it.
This man is the walking definition of masculinity. Virility. If his crew were a wolf pack, he'd be the strong and silent Alpha. And yet I'm the only one who’s ever touched this God among mortals. Me. A girl from the Dot with nothing to offer but my broken self.
“Good.” My voice is hoarse, drunk on the knowledge of my claim. “Because if you ever touch anyone else, I’ll murder them.”
His eyes snap to mine, dark and hot like melted chocolate. They reflect my own right now. The way that I feel. Only, Ronan takes it a step further when a small boyish grin cracks across his face. I’m pretty sure I hear angel’s singing, because holy shit that’s a beautiful sight. It doesn’t last long though, because as soon as I drag him back into my mouth, his head tips back and his eyes fall shut.
“Do you know what, Ronan?” I ask.
He’s having trouble concentrating with his cock in my hand. But I tell him anyway.
“You deserve to feel good. And the fact that you never have is a fucking tragedy. I'm going to rectify that. Here and now.”
His cock pulses in my palm, branding my skin with his heat as I suck him hard and deep, then soft and teasing.
“Tell me which way you like,” I urge.
He hesitates. So I keep talking.
“Do you like me on my knees for you?”
“Aye,” he answers in a husky voice. “Very much.”
“Show me what else you like, Ronan.”
He grabs the back of my head and surprises me when he thrusts up into my mouth roughly, the same way he did last night. Not only do I let him, but I get off on it. I reach down and cup his balls, and he makes another sound in his throat. God, I love the sound of Ronan coming undone for me.
He face fucks me with erratic thrusts, the head of his cock gnashing against my teeth and the back of my throat. This brand of roughness suits his personality. The way he dominates me. He takes me when he wants, without asking. Because Ronan can’t help himself. He’s starving for this. Has been starving for it for years. I see that now.
He pushes me all the way down on his cock and then explodes into my mouth. He isn’t polite and doesn’t ask if I want to swallow. He’s an animal. So unpolished and not at all suave. But he’s mine. My caveman.