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Iris
Ronan had left me anextra-large T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. I yanked on the T-shirt but left behind the bullshit shorts. My panties were a soaking wet ball on the floor, so I was completely bare, but the T-shirt hit me mid-thigh, so nothing was showing.
Not that I cared. His shirt was soft, like he’d worn it a hundred times, and it felt like a cloud floating on my overheated skin. I smelled like Ronan now too, after using his soap. Did he do this on purpose? Surround me in everything about him to torture me? If he were a rug on the floor, I’d lie down on top of him and roll myself inside him.
Steam escaped the bathroom when I pushed open the door. It took me a moment to focus and find the hulking statue of a man poised on the end of his bed. His palms were upturned on his knees, head heavy, but his eyes were lifted to meet mine. He was bare from the waist up. My fingertips came alive, itching to touch every single inch of his flesh. To run along the cut of his muscles, press on every freckle, find each and every scar.
“Where’s your bunny suit? With the fuzzy tail?” I blurted dumbly.
My stomach swooped. My skin crawled with need. Suddenly only being surrounded by the essence of Ronan wasn’t satisfying. I needed the whole thing. The entire unreadable man.
“Forgot it,meala.Forgive me.”
I walked straight to him, balancing my hands on his broad shoulders. The heat from his skin soaked into my palms, setting me alight. He cupped my hips. Not tentatively, but like he’d always done it and knew exactly how I liked to be held. I raised both knees onto the bed on either side of his hips, straddling him.
“Forgiven,” I whispered. Smoothing my hands over his shoulders and neck, I leaned in to kiss him.
That was all the control Ronan allowed me to have. One brush of my lips on his, and he took over, tilting my head to the side and sweeping his tongue deep inside my mouth. He groaned like tasting me pained him. But once I started kissing him, I couldn’t stop, so he’d have to deal with the ache. His mouth was a vast, unexplored terrain, with little dips and crevices I licked and sucked on. He was the moon and Mars, alien but familiar. Thrilling and treacherous.
Ronan took two handfuls of my ass and flipped me onto my back. He loomed over me, touching his lips to mine again and again, his brow hooding his eyes into shadowy intensity.
It hit me all at once how desperately empty I was. Achingly hollow. I tried to press my thighs together, but Ronan’s thick leg was between them. Instead, I raised my hips, rubbing my core against his upper thigh. He growled like a ravenous bear and peered down at me with anger and desire.
“Is this the ecstasy or you?” he asked.
I tilted my chin up, searching for his lips or skin, something I could suckle and taste, but he kept himself from me until I answered. “It’s both,” I panted. “It’s me times ten.”
He stared at me with hard eyes for a long, drawn-out beat, then shoved my shirt under my chin and wrapped his lips around my nipple. The rough sensation of his scruff mixed with the smooth laving of his tongue had me flying out of my skin. I rode his leg in desperation, all sense of pride out the window. I was a soaking mess, trembling with need, crazy with desire, while Ronan barely let his reaction to me show.
“I want...I want…”
He lifted his head, latching onto my gaze with a kind of quiet intensity that made me weak and my stomach flip inside out. “What? What, Iris?”
“I…want…” My hand traveled between us to my core, grazing my clit lightly. I gasped, shuddering at the barest touch and going back for more. Ronan’s head dipped to watch my busy hand, then he crawled down my body and spread me wide with his huge hands. Blunt fingertips opened my lips so he could see every single hidden detail of me, and I was absolutely crazed.
“Oh god, if I come, I won’t be able to stop. I’m sorry, I just—” I tried to pull my hand away, but he grabbed it and returned it to my clit. “You don’t understand, I—”
“Come, Iris. Show me what this beautiful cunt looks like when it’s fluttering with pleasure. Move your fingers how you want me to lick you. You don’t stop, I won’t stop.”
The orgasm took hold of me in its jaws and shook me violently. I thrashed so hard, I might have fallen off the bed if Ronan hadn’t been holding my hips in his firm grip. Before I could come down or think clearly, his mouth was there, taking my fingers’ place. Warm lips covered my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue.
One orgasm plunged me even deeper into another. My back bowed, and every muscle went taut. My hands flailed uselessly. I felt like a turtle on its back, helpless and desperate. Without missing a single beat, Ronan reached up, took my hands in his, and brought them to his head.
Absent of thought, I stroked his perfect hair, mussing it and toying with it until his tongue plunged inside my opening. My strokes turned to tugs, then my nails dug into his scalp, pressing him even closer. He growled against my pussy, and I took off again, like a meteor doing its final flight to freedom.
He kissed my pussy lips so sweetly I trembled, goose bumps sprouting on my flesh. Two fingers plunged into me, curling forward.
“My...my…” I wanted to tell him not to stop. He’d found my G-spot, and I might have died if he stopped stroking it. But I didn’t need to say a damn word. He kept up his steady ministrations until my legs were vibrating and my belly clenched. I nearly levitated off the bed when his tongue worked my clit at the same time. I cried his name, then cursed him. I told him he was the devil with an angel’s face. I felt him laugh while he French kissed my core—and I only came harder.
“You taste as good as you smell.” Teeth clamped down on the top of my slit. He was being playful, teasing me, but there was no telling my mind that. Everything he did sent me deeper into euphoria. “Can’t get enough,meala.”
Using his unimaginable strength, Ronan flipped us so I was straddling his face. I held on to the headboard while his big palms covered my bottom. Thumbs spread my cheeks, one prodding the opening there. I was so out of my mind, I relaxed and allowed him easy entrance. The dual sensation of his tongue on my clit and thumb pressing inside my ass sent me spiraling into an abyss of pleasure.
Cracking my eyes open, I peered down and met his. They were glazed and determined, and he showed no sign of slowing. I couldn’t have stopped if I tried.
Ronan brought me to the brink once more, then shifted our positions so we were side by side. He kissed me, passing my flavor to my tongue, delving between my legs with his fingers. My entire body was one raw nerve. Each touch exquisitely painful. Spots danced behind my eyes, my limbs limp but restless.
Ronan was just as restless, but he was also relentless, bringing me over again and again. Knowing what I needed without me asking. Kissing me so damn thoroughly, I nearly blacked out. And each time I went to touch him, to attempt to reciprocate in my delirious state, he knocked my hand away and growled at me. He was feral, guarding my pussy like it was his prized possession, and god, he was taking such good care of it, it might have been rightfully his.
