“Oh, Ronan…”
“You don’t get to come yet.” He bites the lobe of my ear and I shriek. “You get to feel this, feel us, so the next time you say I’m not your type, you’ll think about this exact fucking moment of me owning every inch of you.”
My nails dig into his back as I gasp for air and find the potent smell of him, of us, mingling and intensifying and taking me to newer heights.
When the wave hits me, it’s different from the orgasms he’s wrenched out of me thus far. This one beats under my skin before attacking me out of nowhere.
I’m falling hard and fast, and the only abyss is Ronan.
Just Ronan.
It’s the best abyss I didn’t know I needed.
He isn’t finished. Not even close. He keeps powering into me over and over as if he’ll never be done with me.
As if he can fuck me until eternity.
His thrusts turn longer and faster and more painful. They’re so painful; it’s delicious and a turn-on.
I’ve never been this aroused in my life. It’s like he touches me and I’m a goner.
I’m shattered.
I’m empowered.
He reaches a hand between us and flicks my clit. “Now fall again with me.”
I do.
I just do.
I come at the same time his back turns stiff and his thrusts come to an abrupt halt.
“Mine. Only fucking mine,” he growls before he claims my lips in an animalistic kiss.
22
Ronan
Greed is just that — greed.
You never get enough no matter how much you get. You never stop, as if all your brakes have disappeared.
It’s being submerged and finding no way out.
It’s being asleep wit
h the girl you never thought you wanted anywhere near you, let alone wrapped all around you.
Teal’s lids closed soon after the second — or was it the third? — round. The second, definitely the second. I like to believe I’m above necrophilia, so let’s leave it at the second.
Although my boundaries do seem to blur when this girl is involved.
Her hair partially covers her face as she rests her head on my chest and her fingers splay on my abdomen — her tiny, black fingernails.
With her long lashes fluttering on her cheeks, she appears younger, vulnerable, nothing like the Teal everyone knows — and is secretly envious of.
Secretly, because everyone wants to be as unaffected as she is, as confident as she is, but they never actually reach her level. In their cases, it’s either an image or forced. She does it so well because she really doesn’t care about societal standards.