I gasp when he reaches the place between my thighs, but he doesn’t touch any of the intimate parts of me.
I reach for his doublet, and he pulls it over his head, baring his broad chest. I mimic his movements, tracing lines on the skin of his collarbones, his shoulders, his back, his scar, and the incredible lines of his stomach. “Do you remember the day you saw me training with Adria back at the palace?” I ask as I trace the outlines of his abs. His cock twitches in his pants when I reach the trail of dark hair leading down to his waistband. “You were wearing that ridiculous shirt, and it was driving me insane. Or at least I thought it was until you took it off.” He hisses as I press a kiss to each of his muscles. I look up at him from his stomach, and his eyes are completely glazed over with lust. “That’s when I knew what insanity was.”
“Ridiculous?” he stammers out, his hand twining in my hair, gripping my head.
“It was absurd. Silly little strings that did nothing.”
He smirks. “I wore it on purpose. I wanted you to look.”
“Even then?”
“I’d come this close to taking you against the wall in an alley as Soren, and then I’d seen you naked in the baths. So yes, Sylvie. Even then. I was already going out of my mind wanting you.”
“And now?” I ask, dipping my finger beneath his waistband.
“Now I’m going to have to stop you because I’m not nearly finished with you yet.” He grabs my hands by the wrists and pins them behind me. My mouth falls open in surprise, and he kisses it.
I moan against him as he kisses me, first with incredible passion and then slowing, softening. Becoming maddeningly gentle. He releases his firm grip on my wrists. “Behave,” he whispers in a way that makes me want to do anything but. “Turn around.”
That command I follow.
“I love how strong you are,” he says, moving my hair out of the way to trace the softer lines of my own muscles. We’ve trained together a lot in our time here, and though my body is never going to look as strong as I’d like, at least I do feel strong. “I love the way you feel against me when I come up behind you.” He pulls me back to him, and I feel him hard against my backside. I press against him and moan. He kisses my neck and my shoulder and then steps away from me to rub my back.
“That feels so good,” I say as he massages me, kneading the tension from my muscles. He works his way down my spine, and then just as I think he’s going to touch my ass, he skips it and works on my legs. “Hey!”
“All in good time, my love.” He massages my legs and then turns me around to do the front. He looks up at me through his lashes, enjoying my pleasure immensely. It feels so good to have him touching me like this. Not sexual, but incredibly intimate.
As he works his way up my legs, he presses soft kisses to my skin. I jerk against him involuntarily as he moves closer and closer to my sensitive area, my hands reaching into his hair to pull him there. “So impatient.” He stands upright and kisses my lips with that same maddening softness.
I’m dying to overpower him, to force my tongue into his mouth and to tear off his pants and take him inside of me, and I know he can feel it.
“You can take me how you want to when I’m done,” he purrs into my ear. Then he kisses my earlobe, running a trail down my neck with his tongue, his other hand caressing a mirrored path down my skin with a barely there touch that has me writhing against him.
He breezes past my breasts, licking and grazing the soft flesh of my stomach, stopping just short of my freshly shaved lower skin. He moans, letting his other hand run down my back untilit finally meets my ass. Then he lowers his mouth to my inner thigh, kissing right up to the seam where my leg meets my body.
“Ronan,” I beg. “Please.”
He kisses his way back up to my breasts, his fingers and tongue circling the soft flesh, spiraling toward my nipples.
“Oh, Ronan. That feels amazing. Thank the gods you love my breasts.”
“Mm,” he moans as his fingertip and tongue lightly brush my nipples.
I cry out.
“They’re perfect.” He licks and touches them in torturously light circles, kissing and pinching them so softly I can barely feel it.
Andfuck, if it doesn’t drive me wild. I’m soaking wet, and he’s only just gotten started. “I think—I think the left one is a little bigger.”
“Oh, no,” he says mockingly, looking up at me. “Why did you tell me? I guess I’ll have to stop being completely obsessed with them.”
“Obsessed?” I say, gasping as he finally sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes, Sylvie. I’m obsessed. They’re incredible, but that’s not why I’m obsessed with them. Not the only reason, at least.” He takes the other nipple into his mouth and sucks it, and it sends a wave of desperate need between my legs. “I’m obsessed because of how you feel when I touch them.”
My back arches as he goes back and forth between them, sucking and licking my nipples, lavishing them with attention. I could let him do this for hours.
“But if I’m being completely honest, the thing I’m most obsessed with is what lies between them.” He stops and presses his cheek to my chest. His voice goes quiet. “You’re so beautiful, Sylvie. Not just your body. You. Your heart.”
