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When they flash open, she goddamn glows. Pleasure ripples through her and my hand on her throat is the only thing keeping her from screaming this house down. She’s fucking mesmerizing and I can’t wait anymore.
I line up my cock with her twitching pussy, and push through those spasms, through her nails clawing at my back, through her breathy curses, until I reach the end of her and almost come on contact.
But before the last ripple of her orgasm ends, I pull out until she grips only the head, and slam back in on a thrust that makes her slide up the bed. A pleasure-filled grin paints her lips as she props her hands against the headboard, and it’s my cue. I do it again, pulling almost all the way out before I slam back in. Over and over, as she cries out with each thrust, that smirk fueling me to keep it there, to see her come while smiling at me, because it might just be the most stunning thing in this cruel world.
I’m falling over the edge, the euphoria taking over all the nerve endings in my body, so I reach between us, finding her clit, because I refuse to come before her. Two fingers against that nub of flesh, rubbing in small circles, just how she showed me she likes it, and it’s all it takes. Stars explode behind my eyes when her walls clamp down on me. Spasming, she drives me mad, her moans turning to music to my ears, and I spill inside of her on a low grunt. It goes on and on, and I can’t fucking stop it.
All because of her… everything about this woman makes me come in my pants like a damn teenager.
I crash on top of her, trying to prop myself on my elbows so I don’t crush her, but the woman pulls me tight.
“I like…” she pauses, panting like she ran a marathon as she comes down from that high. “I like your weight on me. It’s satisfying.”
I give her a little bit of it, pressing her into the mattress until I can tell it’s too much, and I hold back, brushing the loose strands of hair from her face.
“I need to know that this is real.”
I have no idea where that came from. The blood hasn’t returned to my fucking brain.
“Your cock is still buried inside of me, Ronan.”
She has an amused look on her face, and it calms me a bit. I shrug because I have no fucking clue what else to say. I would slap myself if I wasn’t lying on top of her.
“I didn’t know it could be… I thought you would just be an adventure, something I never had and desperately needed. I guess I was more right than I planned. You are exactly what I need… This is real, Ronan. As real as you want it to be.”
I think I want it forever…
CHAPTER 11
ANNIKA
I held in a naggingnausea all day. I held it in while I got dressed and packed my small bag. I held it while the guys were running over the next steps. I even held it in when Carter told us Bartiste was in the neighboring city.
They had the suspicion that he knew we were in the area, but not Queenscove specifically. This was our opportunity to go.
I swallowed through that bile as Ronan held me like he really didn’t want to let me go. Like in this short amount of time he’s actually attached himself to me. Has he really? I’ve been telling myself that this was nothing more than a summer adventure, but with the way my soul has been feeling… like it would get ripped out of my body if he wasn’t part of my life, I’m pretty sure I’m fooling myself. He held my head in his big hands, whispering promises of safety and happiness, before kissing me like he was going to war. I suppose in a way, he is…
Then we were picked up by one of his men in an inconspicuous car, and we got on a boat.
There, I couldn’t hold the nausea in anymore. I was sick until my throat was burning and my stomach screamed in pain. I’ve never had motion sickness, but if it was going to happen, it makes sense it was today.
Now, as I sit back at the round table overlooking the sea through the bay window of Bovely Island’s villa, I wonder if it was all a dream. Ronan and I here was like living in a bubble of discovery, laughter, and lust. I thought it felt like a dream, but I was wrong. Queenscove was the real dream, because it’s there I got a taste of what life would be like by his side. Actual life, in the real world, not isolated here.
It all happened so fast. Yesterday, I woke up in a dream. Today, it marked the beginning of a nightmare. Now… it feels like I’m trapped in an omen.
“They’ll be okay,” Hanna assures me as she places a steaming cup of chamomile tea in front of me.
I try to smile at her, but I’m not entirely sure if my lips moved. Her expression is so gentle, though, and I appreciate how she’s trying to be comforting. Even as I see the worry in her own eyes. She’s my voice of reason, my rock, why I’m not a total recluse, the one who has fed my happiness in these last few years. She always buries her own worries to settle mine.
“Areyouokay?” I take her hand and squeeze it.
She opens her mouth, but pauses, before letting out a heavy breath.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“It’s okay not to be okay. You can let go for once…”
Tears slowly pool in her eyes, yet she doesn’t say a word. Her eyes redden, her jaw gently trembles, and she shakes her head, letting those tears fall down her cheeks.
