Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
CIARA
I thought I knew how overprotective Ronan could be I was wrong.
It’s sweet, but also incredibly annoying as he helps me out of the car.
“I’m pregnant, not dying.”
He shoots me a warning look that makes me roll my eyes. “You’re pregnant with twins, Ciara. You’re going to bed, no arguments.”
I try to march past him toward the front door, but he’s faster.
One arm wraps around my waist, and before I can protest, he lifts me clean off the ground.
I shriek, laughing as he hauls me up into his arms like I weigh nothing. “Ronan! Put me down!”
“No. You’re clearly not capable of following simple instructions.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, trying not to grin too much because the truth is I love having him take care of me. “This is dramatic, even for you.”
“And you’re stubborn, even for you.” He carries me inside and up the stairs like a knight with a very feisty princess.
He kicks open our bedroom door and attempts to toss me onto the bed, but I tighten my grip around his neck.
He groans. “Why the hell are you always fighting me?”
“Because my feistiness is one of the things you love most about me. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
He smirks as he looks down at me. “I love many things about you, baby.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really? Like what?”
He perches on the edge of the bed, and I adjust myself to straddle his lap, arms still wrapped around his neck.
Ronan’s hands move to my waist as his gaze flicks to my lips. “I love that sexy little smile you have when you think you’ve won. I love that smart mouth of yours… I love these curves… Christ, Ciara, you were already perfect, but now?”
His palm settles on my belly, and my breath catches. The touch feels incredibly intimate.
“But now…?”
“Now that you’re carrying my babies, you’ve never looked more beautiful.”
I shift in Ronan’s lap, and when his erection brushes against me, I swallow a moan, fighting the urge to roll my hips against him. Instead, I slowly slide off his lap, making sure to accidentally brush my hand against the bulge in his pants.
“Oops… sorry.”
Ronan’s eyes flash, but I fake a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, just enough for my shirt to ride up.
His eyes linger on my bare skin.
“It’s been a long night.” I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off. “I can’t wait to crawl beneath the sheets…”
I toss my shirt aside and slide my leggings down my thighs, turning and bending just enough to give Ronan the perfect view of my ass. “They just feel so good against my bare skin.”
I sneak a glance at Ronan and have to swallow a laugh.
His hands are clenched at his sides and his jaw is tight.
Someone is a little wound up…
My eyes flick down to his erection, and I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of climbing back into his lap. But I want to tease him more, so I reach around and undo my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Ronan visibly shudders at the sight of my breasts, and I can’t help but smile.
“I can’t wait to sleep for the next ten hours, maybe even twelve…”
My panties are the last to go, and the sight of my bare pussy snaps Ronan out of his daze.
He’s on his feet, dragging me into his arms as his mouth finds my neck.
He growls before biting down on my neck. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ll be doing no such thing. Not until I’m done with you.”
I gasp, arching against him so that my nipples brush against his shirt. “Do you think you can just boss me around?”
“I think I can do a lot more than that.”
Ronan falls onto the bed, pulling me on top of him as our mouths collide.
His hands are everywhere, running over my back, my waist, my thighs.
Moaning into the kiss, I grind against him, desperate to ease the ache building between my thighs.
I lose myself in the feeling of his calloused fingers on my skin, traveling lower and lower—
Then smack.
I cry out as Ronan’s palm connects with my ass.
He growls, his dark eyes burning into me. “That was for talking back to me.”
I try to hide my grin, but I’m too far gone. “What happens if I keep talking back?”
He grips my hips and rolls them against his erection. “You don’t want to find out.”
I grind against him. “Oh, I definitely want to find out.”
It’s the last straw.
Before I can blink, Ronan flips me onto my back and reaches into the drawer beside the bed.
A second later, metal clinks.
“Ronan…”
He says nothing as he cuffs my wrists above my head, securing me to the headboard with practiced ease.
His body hovers over mine, so solid and powerful that my mouth is practically watering, and he’s not even naked.
I would put it down to pregnancy hormones turning me into a feral animal, but the truth is I can’t get enough of Ronan Sullivan. The way he makes my body come alive is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
But just when I think the real fun is about to begin, Ronan pauses, looking down at me with concern in his eyes.
“Are you sure you can handle this? With the babies and all—”
The ache between my thighs intensifies. “If you don’t get me off right now, I swear to god, I’ll make your life hell for the next seven months.”
His lips curve into a wicked grin. “So feisty.”
“You love it.”
“Oh, baby,” he kisses a line down my neck as his hand slides between my thighs. “I live for it.”
When he cups my pussy, my hips buck, and I moan as he brushes against my swollen clit.
“This is mine.” He growls as he leans down to suck on my nipple. “And so are these.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Say that again.”
“I’m you—”
Ronan sinks one finger inside me at the same time he bites down on my nipple, and I cry out as I clench around him. But it’s not enough.
“I need you,” I moan as I roll my hips.
“You have me, Ciara.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He chuckles. “Ah, you mean, you need my cock?”
“Yes.”
That earns me another finger, and I cry out again.
Ronan kisses along the underside of my breasts. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet. I think I need to get you a little… wetter.”
As Ronan kisses down my body, giving plenty of attention to both of my nipples and my stomach, he slowly pumps his fingers inside me, working me so close to the brink that I almost climax.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he groans as I writhe beneath him.
I grind my hips against his hand. “It’s the… hormones.”
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun these next few months.”
“I want unlimited orgasms as payment for carrying your twins, which, given the size of you and your brothers, will likely be enormous.”
Ronan laughs before pressing a kiss to my belly. “You can have whatever you want, Tine Bheag.”
“I want you to stop taking your sweet time and put your mouth on my pussy.”
Ronan chuckles again before moving lower.
His fingers continue to move inside me, but when his mouth finally reaches my clit, every nerve ending in my body comes alive.
“Yes!” I cry out as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “Oh fuck, right there.”
My wrists pull against the restraints, and I groan.
I want to reach down and sink my fingers into his glossy hair, holding him against me as I grind against his face. But of course, that’s not how this is going to go. I’m completely at Ronan’s mercy, which means he’s going to take his time torturing me like I did with him.
He slowly runs his tongue along my pussy as he slides his fingers in and out of me, sucking and licking at my arousal like he has all the time in the world. He purposely avoids my clit until I’m practically begging him to suck on it.
When he finally wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, my back bows off the bed, and a rush of wetness soaks the sheets beneath me.
“I’m close…”
Ronan immediately pulls his mouth away, and I choke on a sob as my orgasm vanishes.
“Wait, what?”
Ronan pulls back and looks down at me, watching as he pumps his fingers in and out. “So swollen and wet.”
I whimper as he brushes his thumb over my clit, the rush of pleasure making me squirm. I screw my eyes shut and let out a cry of frustration.
My body feels so tightly wound that it’s unbearable. But every time I think he’s finally going to send me over the edge, he pulls back.
“Please…”
“Not yet, baby.” He bends down to kiss along my inner thigh.
“Ronan.”
“Yes, Ciara?”
I glance down and see that wicked gleam in his eyes.
He smirks. “Is there something you wanted?”
“Make me come, now.”
“And if I don’t?” His tongue darts out to lick my inner thigh.
“I will torture you for the rest of your life.”
“I don’t think you will, because look where torturing me gets you.” He trails his tongue along my thigh before dipping between them and sucking on my clit once more.
But this time his touch isn’t gentle. It’s hard and punishing.
“I think someone is ready to come.” Ronan flicks his tongue over my clit. “Can you come for me, Ciara?”
I look down at him just as he curls his fingers inside me.
My orgasm hits out of nowhere, and I’m practically sobbing as waves of pleasure course through me.
Ronan continues to devour me, sucking and licking every drop of my arousal as his fingers move inside, dragging out my climax until I’m completely limp.
“Has someone learned their lesson?” He slides his fingers out and pushes himself up so he’s kneeling between my spread thighs.
“That talking back earns me an orgasm? I think so.”
Ronan growls low in his throat, and I swear I feel the vibration in my bones.
“Always such a smart mouth.” He climbs off the bed and starts tearing his clothes off with frantic need.
When he finally climbs back on top of me and settles himself between my thighs, he pauses as his cock pushes at my entrance, the tenderness returning to his gaze as he looks down at me. “Are you still okay?”
“Ronan, I need you.”
He enters me with a groan, burying his face in my neck as he fills me with one deep, hard thrust.
I gasp as I stretch around him, my wrists pulling against the metal cuffs as our bodies start to move together.
“You’re mine,” he grunts, his pace quickly becoming brutal and punishing. “Mine.”
“You have every part of me.” I gaze up into his beautiful dark eyes. “I need you deeper.”
Ronan’s eyes flash. He pulls back and lifts both my thighs over his right shoulder, angling his hips so his cock hits so deep my eyes roll.
“Holy fuck.” He pumps his hips faster.
“Don’t stop.”
“Does that feel good, baby?”
I moan. “So good.”
“I could do this all damn night.”
If Ronan hadn’t taken his time warming me up, the brutal pace of his thrusts would likely be painful. But I’m so wet that his thick cock slides in and out of me with ease. It’s like my body was made for him and only him.
“I love that I’ve already claimed you. That a part of me is growing inside you.”
I moan. “I want you to fill me up even more.”
“Fuck, Ciara.” Ronan’s face is a picture of agony.
“Come with me.”
Ronan braces his hands on the headboard, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he brings us both to the edge.
I could never get tired of such a sight. Ronan’s eyebrows pulled together, his teeth gritted as he tries and fails to hold back. His powerful body slick with sweat, every muscle taut as he moves inside me.
It’s enough to make me climax. I clench around him.
“Fuck, that’s it, Ciara. Come on my cock.”
“Ronan!”
Ronan slams into me and then he’s coming too. He pulses inside me as he empties himself, sending another wave of pleasure through me and making me clench again.
“That’s it, take every drop,” he grunts as he continues to pump his hips.
Only when we’re both covered in sweat and gasping for air does Ronan lower my legs to the bed and lean forward to untie me.
“Come here.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls my back flush against his chest. “That was incredible.”
I sigh at his warm, hard body wrapped around me.
Ronan chuckles before kissing along my shoulder. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere.”
Ronan tightens his arms around me and presses a kiss to my temple. “I want to marry you, Ciara.”
I turn over to face him. “Hate to break it to you, but we’re already married.”
“I want to marry you again, with a real wedding.” He pushes up onto his elbows to look at me properly.
I half expect to see a mischievous glint in his eye, but there isn’t one. He’s deadly serious.
“Ronan…”
“I want our vows to actually mean something. I want to stand in front of our family and friends and tell them all how much I love you.”
I reach up to cup Ronan’s face. “There is nothing in the world I want more than that.”