Chapter Three #2
“I want to come,” I moan as he pumps his fingers inside me.
“Then come for me, Tine Bheag.”
Ronan wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard enough to send me over the edge.
I cry out as my pussy clenches around his fingers, and Ronan groans as he works me through my release. I tighten my hold on his hair, pulling at the roots as I grind against his face, feeling my arousal start to drip down my thighs.
“Keep going, Ciara.” He licks my clit.
Another wave of pleasure courses through me, leaving me shaking and panting before I collapse back against the bed, completely spent.
“Good girl,” Ronan presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Now you can have my cock.”
A whimper escapes me as Ronan gets to his feet and starts to undress.
The sight of his powerful body has me aching with need once more, craving the weight and heat of him on top of me.
I hold out my arms. “Ronan.”
“I’m right here.” He climbs on top of me and settles himself between my thighs.
The slick tip of his cock nudges my entrance, but he makes no move to push inside me. Instead, his mouth starts exploring my skin, kissing along my jaw and neck as his hands move to massage my breasts.
I try to move against him, to nudge even an inch of his cock inside me, but he only pulls away.
He kisses my neck. “Easy…”
I arch against him. “I need you.”
“I can tell.” He grazes my earlobe with his teeth.
I squirm beneath him, an ache starting to build once more between my thighs.
“Is this what you want?” He sinks his cock inside me in one long, hard thrust.
I cry out as I stretch around him, the slight sting of pain giving way to the most intense pleasure as he fills me.
He buries his face in my neck as I adjust to his size. “Fuck. You feel so good, baby.”
I cling to him as he starts to move, sliding his cock out of me before thrusting his hips and filling me all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, god.”
With each thrust of his cock inside me, emotions from the past few hours start to overflow, and my eyes sting with tears as I cling to him.
Ronan groans. “I need to be deeper.”
“Yes.”
He pulls back to rest on his heels as his hands move to hold my ass up to hit me even deeper.
I moan. “Oh fuck, right there.”
Ronan’s face is one of agony as he pumps his hips, each muscle in his abdomen stretched tight as he works us both to completion. His body radiates power, and it sends a thrill through me to know that I’m the one who can make him come undone.
Keeping one hand on my ass, he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp as he thrusts his hips faster.
“Who do you belong to?” His dark eyes flash with need as he looks down at where our bodies are joined.
“You…”
“That’s right. This body is mine, this pussy is mine.”
I can barely match his brutal pace, his cock hitting me so deep that the pleasure is almost overwhelming.
I dig my fingers into his forearms, barely hanging on. “I-I’m coming.”
Ronan groans as I climax, my pussy clenching around his cock so tightly that it sends him over the edge. He swells inside me as he comes, his hips jerking as he empties every last drop inside me.
“Fuck.” He loosens his grip from around my throat before collapsing on top of me.
I let out a contented sigh as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close as I try to catch my breath.
He’s still buried inside me, but neither of us makes any attempt to move.
As if realizing how close we both came to losing one another, the thought of breaking apart is unbearable.
I run my hands over his shoulders and back, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips as his breath tickles my ear.
Eventually, Ronan slides out of me and goes into the bathroom to get a towel to clean us both up before sliding into bed beside me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as we lie together, tangled in the sheets. “I know I should have waited, that I should have trusted you would get there in time. But Mila…she was in danger because of me.”
He shifts to prop himself up on an elbow, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he looks down at me. “I’m ready to listen now.”
“You were so sure Callum was guilty, but he’s not. When I was with Max, we found something. Something that proves Callum was set up.”
Ronan’s expression sharpens. “What are you talking about?”
“Callum was with me the day the account was created. Our mom…”
I shake my head, and Ronan kisses my forehead.
“Take your time.”
I nod. “Max hacked into the security camera footage at the bank where the account was set up, and we have proof…” I don’t mention that I suspect one of Ronan’s men set up the account because I’m not fully sure, and I’m not about to get another man killed. “I think that’s why Max was killed.”
Ronan sits up, dragging a hand down his face. “You should’ve told me.”
“I tried. You were too busy ordering me around like I didn’t know what I was talking about. You made it impossible.”
He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he exhales as he looks at me, his eyes softening. “We’ll talk about this later, once you’ve gotten some sleep.”
I nod before settling deeper into the bed. “Fine, but this matters, Ronan. Someone is playing us, and it’s not over.”
“I know.” He reaches out to stroke my cheek. “But right now we’re safe, and I’m going to make sure it stays that way.”