Chapter Thirty-Six #2
I think about that for a moment, then smile. “You really did. Are you going to kiss me again, or are we just going to stand here talking?”
He takes my mouth in a kiss so devouring, I’m left breathless by it.
Keeping one hand in my hair, he lets the other rove over my body, first squeezing my ass, then gripping my hip and pulling me closer so his erection presses against my belly.
When he slides his hand up and fondles my breast through my robe, thumbing over my hardening nipple until it’s peaked and aching, I shudder.
Without warning, he lifts me up and carries me to the nearest wood table.
Setting me down next to it, he sweeps his arm out, sending terra-cotta pots full of herbs and plants crashing to the stone floor where they shatter noisily into pieces, spraying potting soil all around.
Then he picks me up by my hips and puts me on the table, leaning over to shove his tongue greedily into my mouth.
My heart pounding, I break away and whisper, “They’ll hear us.”
“Let them.”
He flattens his hand over the center of my chest and pushes me down so I’m lying flat on my back on the table, my thighs open around his hips. Looming over me in the shadows, he looks part man and part animal, his nostrils flared, the cords in his neck standing out.
He yanks impatiently at the sash on my robe, untying the knot, then pushes the fabric aside so I’m completely bared to him.
Seeing my naked flesh makes him hiss in pleasure.
He takes a moment to devour me with his eyes before leaning down to suck on my rigid nipples, one after the other, going back and forth as I squirm and pant, expecting one of the aunties to burst in at any moment.
He suckles my breasts, licking and biting and swirling his tongue around and around until they feel heavy and swollen, and I’m rocking my pelvis against his and trying my best to stifle my moans. Then he takes my mouth in another ravenous kiss and gives me his weight.
When I reach between us and squeeze the hard length of his shaft, he sucks in a breath and freezes, seeming almost as if he’s been pulled from a trance.
“Wait—we can’t—”
“Yes, we can,” I interrupt, stroking him through his pants. I’m already wet, desperate to have him inside me, to have him fill the ache in my core. Fumbling with his belt, I finally undo it, then yank down his zipper. His hard cock springs free into my hands.
When I gently squeeze it, he groans my name.
With his forearms braced on either side of my head, he’s stiff and unmoving above me, breathing hard. I wriggle my hips, dragging the engorged crown of his cock through the wetness at my entrance, but he won’t press into me.
I don’t know why he’s holding back when he so obviously wants the same thing I do.
“What’s wrong? Why are you stopping?”
His face contorted, he says gruffly, “I’m not who you think I am.”
Whatever this sudden crisis of conscience is, I’m not having it. Taking his face in my hands, I stare into his eyes. “I know exactly who you are, Ronan. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And that’s it. Got it?”
Lips parted and eyes shining, he stares at me in stunned silence.
“Do you really mean that?”
“Yes. I claim you, devil man. And you claimed me a long time ago. We belong to each other. Nothing else matters.”
Looking dazed, he murmurs reverently, “Nothing else matters.”
He flexes his hips slightly, so the crown of his cock parts my pussy lips. But it’s not nearly enough. I need more. I need all of him. I kiss his mouth, his chin, his cheeks, then wind my legs around his waist and hook my ankles together.
Staring into his eyes, I whisper, “Nothing else matters. Now fuck me. Take what’s yours.”
His lashes flutter. He presses the gentlest of kisses to my lips, giving me more of his weight so our chests are pressed together, and I can feel how wildly his heart is beating.
When I lick the seam of his lips, his composure breaks. With a sharp snap of his pelvis, he drives inside me.
I gasp and arch off the table as the long hard length of him invades my body.
Like an animal rutting with its mate, he bites me on the neck and growls against my skin as he pumps his hips, fucking me with ruthless strokes and pulling my hair.
Pinned by his weight, I’m helpless to do anything but receive what he gives me.
I’m overwhelmed by him, by his scent and heat and power, so aroused, I’m delirious.
He mutters something near my ear, his hot breath washing over my skin and leaving goose bumps in its wake.
“Mea es.”
His cock swells inside me, growing harder and longer than before, until it seems I won’t be able to take more of the massive organ.
But I do, groaning in pleasure as he fucks my wet hole.
Returning his attention to my breasts, he grips them in his hands and sucks hard on each rigid tip.
His dark hair falls over his face, fanning out to scratch my skin like hundreds of tiny claws.
I smell burning cedar, animal musk, and something hot and metallic like molten iron.
As my pleasure mounts and my orgasm nears, panic begins to creep over me.
Grunting, Ronan drives deep into my dripping pussy.
I gasp his name. He rears up, gripping my bottom in hands that appear to have grown even bigger than usual, impaling me over and over, his thrusts growing wilder and more erratic until my breasts are bouncing and he’s lifted my body halfway off the table, riding me hard.
Beyond the glass ceiling of the greenhouse, all the stars in the night sky are extinguished. The glowing orb of the moon is shrouded by dark, ominous clouds.
Something terrible is building.
I feel it coming in the air, in my blood, deep in the marrow of my bones.
Hot and forceful, a gush of semen hits my cervix. My throat opens on a soundless scream. My uterus contracts wildly, convulsing with an orgasm so strong, it might tear me in two.
Ronan exhales a deep, animalistic grunt as I thrash underneath him, my body twisting and taking as I’m used for his pleasure. He’s relentless, fucking me straight through my orgasm, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my bottom, bruising it.
“Mea es.”
His voice echoes through the greenhouse, so deep and dark, it sounds as if it rises from a bottomless abyss.
I think I see fireflies flitting in and out of the shadows, but realize they’re embers, burning red in the thickening gloom. They coalesce around Ronan, swirling around his body as another hot gust of semen bathes my womb.
I climax again, this time with a scream so loud, it tears my throat raw.
Ronan stiffens, rams his enormous cock into me twice more, then drops his head back and bellows toward the sky.
Searing heat fills me. He cuts off my air by squeezing my throat as his semen fills me, gushing out from where we’re sealed together to slide over my thighs and down my ass, dripping onto the floor where it lands with a steaming hiss.
I’m still orgasming, my clitoris throbbing and my nipples so hard they ache, when Ronan lifts his head.
In the swirling red light of the embers, I see the outline of a huge black pair of pointed spires, twisting back from his forehead like ram’s horns.
From his back sprouts an enormous pair of black leathery wings stretched taut between spiked bones.
Small cracks in the scarred membrane emit wisps of smoke, and sparks flit down when they move.
Each monstrous wing is tipped in long black talons.
I try to scream again but can’t. He’s squeezing my throat too hard, cutting off my voice.
Outside, howling winds start to blow. Rain lashes the roof of the greenhouse. In the distance, the low grumble of thunder booms against the hills.
Ronan flips me onto my belly, shoving his fingers into my mouth to keep me quiet. He pushes my thighs apart, fondling my bottom and spreading his cum all around, his fingers roughly probing the tender bud of my ass.
When he slides two fingers inside me and starts to work them around in a circle, I know he’s preparing me to take his cock.
I squeal and buck in panic. His throaty growl of excitement echoes in my ears. The more I struggle, the more aroused he becomes, until the swollen head of his cock feels ten times larger as it presses against my quivering entrance.
He claims my ass with a brutal thrust, then starts to fuck it as I gag on his fingers.
Heavy testicles slap against my bare pussy with every snap of his hips, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body, dulling the pain of my stretched anus.
He reaches between my legs and tugs on my engorged clit, tweaking and stroking it until I’m surging nearer to another orgasm, my ass stuffed with his cock and my mouth with his fingers.
My hard nipples drag against the cold, hard tabletop.
My fingernails claw into the wood.
Lightning illuminates the greenhouse in a fleeting, brilliant flash of white. The crack of thunder sounds like a gunshot.
The room is spinning, spinning, spinning like a merry-go-round, blurring into monstrous shadows that stretch and billow with fiery sparks as the preternatural growl of his voice echoes in my ears and fills the empty space all around us with its dreadful intonation.
“Mea es.”
I orgasm again, my body jerking helplessly. Hot tears stream down my cheeks.
“Mea es.”
The sigils encircling his wrist glow with an infernal red light, writhing subtly across his skin as if they’re alive.
“Mea es.”
He pumps into me with punishing strokes, withdrawing to the tip, then slamming all the way back in again. His grunts are getting louder and louder. His climax is nearing.
“Mea es.”
As if it has its own heartbeat, my pussy throbs between my legs. It aches to have his huge cock fill it again. I taste the salt of my tears on my lips.
His hips piston into me, and I can do nothing but lie there as he fucks me.
With one final, brutal thrust, he comes.
Beneath the clap of thunder, I hear the baying of wolves.
His semen is a hot geyser, spurting into me in violent gushes so large, I can’t contain it all. It slides down my spread thighs, dripping over my calves to kiss my ankles.
When I sob, Ronan withdraws from my body, falls to his knees between my spread legs, and starts to lap at my skin, licking all his ejaculate off my thighs, legs, and bottom.
He slides two thick fingers inside my pussy, fits his mouth over my aching asshole, and sucks his sperm out of me, making lascivious noises of pleasure as he swallows over and over again, slurping up his own cum, shoving his tongue deep inside my orifice to get every drop.
It’s dirty, so filthy and perverse …
And I love it.
Sobbing, I hide my face against the tabletop as I climax again.
“Mea es.”
Because I have a moderate familiarity with Latin due to my work, I know what those words mean.
You’re mine.
It’s the last thing I hear before a loud buzzing fills my ears, and I lose consciousness.