“Tell me you want more.” He pushed up so we were only connected in one spot, his pelvis slapping relentlessly against mine.
“I don’t know if I can take more.”
“You can—and you want to.” He slung my leg over his arm and ground himself into me. My eyes rolled back in my head at the slightly different angle. “Beg me, Iris. Tell me you want more. Look at me.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, my eyelids opened, meeting his storm. I’d already begged him once, and my pride had the words stuck in my throat. I tried to kiss him again, but he jerked away, glaring at me like I’d done something wrong.
He made me desperate. I’d never beggedanyone, but Ronan had me willing to lower myself to his feet and give him what he wanted so I could have what I needed.
“I want…” He stopped when I did, and it was the sweetest torture, being full of him but losing that delicious friction. “Oh god, Ronan, I want more.” My eyes burned into his with angry acceptance. “Please, please give it to me.”
It was as if my permission unleashed the beast inside him—a beast he hadn’t kept very well hidden. He was a man on fire, savaging my mouth with his, flinging my legs over his shoulders and pounding me into oblivion.
But it wasn’t just hard sex. He was rough with purpose, grinding his pelvis into my clit, watching me to make sure I was with him. And I was. I tried to keep up, but he owned my body. He moved me how he wanted me, folding me into position so both of us could feel every single inch of his thorough claiming.
Skin slapped skin, his grunts mixed with my mewls. He hit me just right and kept a steady rhythm in the same spot until I gasped and my muscles pulled taut, coming undone before I even realized what was happening. He rode me through it, sucking on my racing pulse and groaning in my ear.
“Ronan...you make me...ahhh…” His fingers circled my clit, cutting off all coherent thought. I’d only just come, but I pulsed around him again. Or maybe I’d never stopped.
“I know,meala. I feel you clinging to me. Trying to make me come with you. But I’m not done yet. Not even close.” His thickly coated words swelled inside me, turning to a ball of pleasure.
He was relentless, taking me and taking me. We were in our own haze of lust, caught up in each other in a way that made it feel like we were the last two people in existence. We kissed and fucked, panted filthy, begging words, demands, sighs of desire and lust.
He let my legs down only to lay his palms on the inside of my thighs and spread them wide. His thumbs dug into my hip bones, then his hands slid up my ribcage. He could have crushed me if he wanted, but he held me like a prized possession.
So, I held him too. I cupped his clenched jaw and brought his face to mine. I ran my nose along the side of his, brushing my lips over his cheeks and mouth. He heaved a sigh, heating my face, but he let me touch him even as his movements stuttered and jerked.
“Iris,” he gritted out, “what are you doing to me?”
“Lose your mind, Ronan.” I bit his chin gently. “Show me what I do to you.”
Biting along his jaw, I felt him shaking. I nuzzled into the side of his throat and looped my arms around his neck, flattening my chest to his. Licking a line down his straining tendon, my lips wrapped around his fluttering pulse, sucking his flesh into my mouth. A deep rumble traveled from his chest to mine, then he was gripping my hips and thrusting into me frantically. I held on to him through his raging storm while he bucked and threw his head back, my name like a curse on his lips. Like he was angry I’d made him come before he was ready. As if he was in disbelief I had the ability to snap his unflappable restraint.
His head dropped forward. His eyes were on me, searching for an answer to a question only he knew. When he couldn’t seem to find it, he covered my mouth with his and swept his tongue between my lips. He licked me all over and sucked on my tongue until my inner walls throbbed around him and he had to yank his cock free with a pained groan.
He flopped to his back, disposing of the condom in a tissue while I spread out like the naked starfish I was. We laid in silence for a minute or two, catching our breath. When he didn’t say anything and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to say, I sat up and slung my legs over the side of the bed. I found my T-shirt crumpled in the sheet, so I slipped it on and felt around for my shorts.
Before I could go in search of them, arms banded around my middle and dragged me backward. Ronan placed me on him, my back to his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, and when he spoke, I felt it as much as I heard it.
“Where are you going?”
“Home, which was the original plan. I’ll call Bill as soon as I find pants.”
He paused for a long moment, simply rubbing his lips back and forth on the corner of my jaw. “No. I’ll take you.”
“Now?”
“In a minute, when I can work my legs again, if you’re in a hurry.”
I turned my head, but we were so close, I couldn’t really see him. “And while I’m waiting for that to happen, I should just lie here on top of you?”
“I don’t have a problem with that.” He pressed his nose to my cheek. “I spent an awful lot of time lying on top of you this morning.”
I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me. He’d fucked most of the fight out of me, and I was still a little delirious from all the orgasms he’d doled out. “Mmm, yeah you did.” I held up both hands in front of me, five fingers extended on my right, one finger on my left. “Now I need two hands.”
It took Ronan a second to react—maybe for him to recall me saying I could count my past lovers on one hand. He took my right hand in his and curled his fingers around mine, until all five were balled into a fist, then he held my other hand in his, shaking it in front of my face.
“The other ones don’t matter anymore. This one is the only one you’re going to be thinking about right now.” From his barely contained anger, I interpreted his “right now” as “for as long as I say.”