His head falls back, tendons straining as a deep groan tears free. “Fuck…baby, you’re perfect. Always so damn tight for me.”
I moan, my head falling back against the pillows as my nails drag down his chest, leaving angry red marks across his skin. Curiosity drags my gaze lower, and my god—it's intoxicating, watching him vanish inside me, over and over. He pulls back slowly, every inch dragging fire through me, and then pushes forward again. A ragged scream bursts from me as my body shudders beneath him.
Ronan grunts, kneeling upright, his hands locking around my hips as he pulls me up to meet each brutal thrust. The force of it has my back arching off the bed, my body bouncing with every motion as he drives into me again… and again… and again.
“Fuck, Cherry, you’re strangling my cock so good.”
I can’t even find the words—just nod, mouth open, eyes fluttering as I take everything he gives me. The way he holds me, claims me, ruins me… It’s like he’s trying to burn himself into every part of me, and I want him too. I grip the sheets, knuckles white, as it all builds—fierce, frantic, all-consuming.
He slams into that perfect spot, and I cry out, louder this time, the sound ricocheting through the dim room like a spark. The lights flicker, a storm roars outside, rain drumming hard against the windows like it’s keeping rhythm with my pulse.
My body seizes and trembles, everything tightening as the pressure crests.
“Let go for me,” Ronan breathes. “Soak my cock, baby.”
My eyes snap open just as the thunder cracks in the distance, a flash of lightning illuminating his face—his flushed cheeks, his furrowed brows, messy dark hair, the way he’s barely holding on. He’s watching me like I’m both the storm and the calm within it. And right now, I am.
“Beg for me,” I commanded lightly.
His nostrils flare as he moans deeply. He rolls his neck like he's trying to shake the tension, his hands gliding up from my hips to grip my waist. Then he pulls me flush against him, my chest pressed to his, and drags his tongue slowly along my lower lip.
“Please,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and breathless. “Baby, I need you. I need to feel you shatter for me, to watch you come around me before I lose control. Ride me…show me how fucking perfect you are for me. Only for me.”
The desperation in his voice lights something primal in me.
I meet his gaze, storm, blown wide with want—and I can feel the bond between us thrum with need. My hands slide up to his shoulders before I lift my hips and sink onto him in one smooth motion.
“Yes, just like that,” Ronan grunts loudly.
I roll my hips again, letting my clit drag perfectly against him as I rest my arms around his shoulders. His breath hitches as I swirl my hips, owning every second, every inch of him.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” I pant against his ear.
He shudders, his touch flexing on my waist like he’s holding himself back. I kiss him deep and hungry, all teeth and tongue. He meets me with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips in time with my movements, matching me perfectly.
I can feel it building—fast and unforgiving—my orgasm coiling tight in my gut. I start to move faster, more frantic, chasing the edge with every movement, and he meets me blow for blow, every thrust dragging fire through both of us. He bites my lower lip, growling into my mouth, and I shiver against him, slick and burning, our bodies heating up as the cold air grazes our skin.
“Fuck…so perfect for me. Ride me…just like that, my good girl.”
My mouth parts on a gasp, but before a sound escapes, he grips my hips and slams me down harder, like he can feel exactly how close I am—like he needs to feel me fall apart on him.
My rhythm falters, hips stuttering against his.
“Come with me,” he sounds desperate, and the second his mouth captures mine again—I shatter.
The scream never makes it out. He swallows it whole, his own moans tangling with mine as we fall together. My entire body trembles violently against him, my vision blurs, and something flashes around us like a burst of magic.
His arms wrap around me, grounding me, even as the storm outside crashes in sync with the one we’ve unleashed between us.
We finally still, bodies pressed together, flushed and shaking, skin sticky with heat and sweat, hearts pounding in tandem. For long, silent moments, we simply exist like this. Ronan brushes a damp strand of hair from my face, his grin lazy. “I can’t wait to have sex with you every day for the rest of our lives.”
I swat at his chest with a soft scoff, but he just chuckles and kisses me—slow and tender, his hand trailing down to squeeze my ass.
Then, in that way only Ronan can manage—equal parts wicked and sincere—he murmurs against my skin, “And I can’t wait to destroy every bastard who’s ever tried to hurt you… and spend the rest of my life right here, with you.”
His words hit me deep. That aching, hopeful part I keep hidden, even from him.
I want to believe that. I want to hold on to this version of us; to believe he would still feel this way even after he learns the truth—the secret that could change everything. That could make them all turn against me.
