Chapter 29Ronan
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
RONAN
T he moment stretches between us, the air thick with heat and tension. Her defiance only stokes the fire inside me, makes the need to claim her burn even hotter. I step forward, closing the distance between us until there’s no more space left to run.
She holds her ground, her chin lifted in defiance, but I can see the way her chest rises and falls quickly, the way her eyes flash with something more than fear. I can feel it too—the pull between us, electric and undeniable. She doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s there, as real as the power thrumming in the air between us.
I reach for her, my hand cupping the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. I expect her to resist, to pull away like she’s done before. But this time, she doesn’t. She just stares up at me, her eyes blazing with both challenge and something more primal.
“You think you can fight me?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “That you’re stronger than me?”
Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, I see the doubt flicker in her eyes. But then, just as quickly, it’s gone, replaced by that same stubborn fire that I can’t help but admire.
“Maybe I don’t have to fight you,” she breathes, her voice soft but sharp. “Maybe I can take whatever it is you think you have to offer.”
That catches me off guard, just for a second. But it’s enough to push me over the edge. With a low growl, I crush my mouth against hers, rough and demanding, just like I imagined it would be.
I expect her to push me away, to fight me. But she doesn’t. Instead, her body presses against mine, her hands fisting in the front of my shirt as she kisses me back just as fiercely. It’s a clash of wills, both of us pushing and pulling, neither willing to back down.
She bites down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw a groan from my throat, and I grip her tighter, my hand sliding down to her waist. The kiss is a battle, and she’s meeting me with fire, with every bit of strength she has.
I didn’t expect this. Didn’t expect her to match my intensity, my hunger. But she does, and it only makes me want her more. Makes me want to claim her, to prove that no matter how strong she thinks she is, she can’t resist me.
But just when I think I have her, she pulls back, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with a mix of emotions I can’t quite read.
“We’re not done,” she whispers, her voice thick with challenge.
“No,” I agree, my voice a low growl. “We’re just getting started.”
I pull her close, inhaling her scent as I press my hardening cock against her belly. "First things first, let's get you out of these clothes," I growl, lifting her dress with deliberate slowness.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking you in... watching you squirm and beg for mercy as I ravage your tight little holes."
My hands roam her curves, squeezing and pinching roughly. "You're going to be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you." I nip at her earlobe, savoring her gasp.
"Bet," is all she says in return and I smirk.
I push her down onto the ground, straddling her hips as I rip open her dress, exposing her heaving breasts. I palm one roughly, tweaking her nipple between my fingers.
"Mmm, such perfect tits," I purr, lowering my mouth to capture the hardened bud. I suck hard, grazing it with my teeth until she whimpers.
Releasing her nipple with a wet pop, I smirk down at her flushed face. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of being used like the fucktoy you are."
"Too bad for you, you're the last to take me," she goads.
"Saving the best for last," I say, although the knowledge that my competitors have already had a taste of her makes me see red. My hand slides under her skirt, rubbing her clothed sex. "Already so wet for me, aren't you? Such a naughty slut."
I yank her panties aside and plunge two fingers into her dripping cunt, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace. "Fuck, you're soaked," I grunt, curling my digits to rub her g-spot.
"Such a good little hole, clenching around me so eagerly," I taunt, adding a third finger to stretch her wider. "Gonna fill this up soon enough, but not yet. First, I want to hear you scream for me."
"Oh, fuck, Ronan!" she gasps.
I start finger-fucking her harder, thumbing her clit in time with my thrusts. "Come on, give me that sweet moan! Let everyone know who owns this pussy!"
Her cries of pleasure only spur me on as I continue to pound into her slick heat, my fingers driving deeper with each stroke. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing her whimpers as I dominate her tongue.
Breaking the kiss, I snarl against her skin, "That's it, come for me! Soak my fingers with your juices!"
I feel her walls spasming around my digits, her orgasm crashing through her. I ride out her climax, prolonging her pleasure as I milk her clit with merciless pressure.
And then it's there. Her soul—gods, it’s right there. I can see it, glowing, shimmering, just out of reach. It rises from her body, drawn out by the force of her release, and for a moment, I’m mesmerized. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve craved more than anything. I reach for it, ready to claim it, to make it mine.
But something stops me.
It’s her. She’s blocking me. Somehow, even in this state, she’s keeping me from taking what’s rightfully mine. I snarl in frustration, pushing harder, trying to break through whatever invisible barrier she’s thrown up. But it’s no use. Her power... it’s protecting her.
Her soul slips back into her body, her eyes fluttering open, and I’m left standing there, seething, denied what I want most.
“Fine,” I growl, my voice rough with lust and frustration. “If I can’t have your soul... I’ll take everything else.”
I grip her hips, pulling her closer, my breath hot against her neck as I lean in. "I'll use every part of you," I murmur darkly, "until there's nothing left for anyone else."
I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "Delicious. Now, let's see about that ass..."
I stand, pulling her up by her hair and bending her over the alter table. I kick her legs apart, exposing her vulnerable rear to my hungry gaze.
"Fucking gorgeous," I groan, tracing a finger along her spine before delivering a sharp slap to her ass cheek. "Love seeing you presented like a proper slut, ready to take my cock wherever I please."
I stroke my erection a few times as I admire her spread-eagled form. "This is going to hurt so good when I split you open," I promise darkly, pressing the head of my dick against her clenched asshole.
"With any luck, you'll be sobbing by the time I'm finished stretching out your poor little rosebud." I apply steady pressure, inching forward as I begin to penetrate her impossibly tight passage.
She moans, arching her back to meet my thrusts.
"Please, more," she gasps, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Make me yours completely."
I don't need further encouragement. Grabbing her hips, I piston into her with renewed vigor, our bodies slapping together in a symphony of lust.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she chants, meeting each thrust with equal fervor .
Suddenly, she stiffens, her inner muscles clamping down on my cock as she cries out another release. Another chance for me to see that beautiful soul. I'm salivating over it, but I can't even come close to touching it.
The sensation of her ass clamping on my cock forces my own climax, and I empty myself deep inside her, filling her to the brim with my seed.
As I come down from the high, my breathing ragged and skin slick with sweat, something catches my eye. The stone altar beneath us—its inscriptions, those ancient, twisted markings—are glowing. Not all of them, just some. A faint, eerie light pulses from the symbols, casting strange shadows around the clearing. It’s as if they’ve come alive, responding to the energy in the air, to the power we’ve just unleashed. I narrow my eyes, studying them, trying to make sense of why only certain parts have lit up. There’s something about this, something bigger than I thought. Something she has unlocked, and the rest... is waiting.