Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
It was just Tyler. Luna was safe the whole time. Just Tyler. Not a real attacker. Not some goon sent by Marcus to take Luna’s life. She was safe.
Ronan forced his head to lift. The kiss had been too hard. Too raw. Emotions seethed inside of him, and he needed to calm his ass down.
He actually needed to put distance between himself and Luna. Only that shit was not going to happen. He had to keep sticking to her like glue. At least, he did until the moment came when Tyler took her away.
Until Tyler swept her out of his life, gave her a new identity somewhere else, relocated her in Witness Protection, and Ronan never saw her again.
Never saw her sweet smile. The innocence that just would not die. Never heard her laugh. Never saw her again on stage as she sang with the sexiest voice imaginable but only looked straight at him. Never had her beneath him as she held him tight and she came for him. Never had her telling him more items on her adventure list so they could mark them off because Luna wanted to live before she died and he was?—
Kissing her again. Even harder than before. He could feel his control splintering. A dangerous thing. He should stop. Back away.
“Don’t,” Luna whispered.
Fuck. Had he rumbled his words out loud? Just how much had he said?
“Don’t you dare stop.” Her hands were around his shoulders. Her short nails bit into his shirt. “I want you, Ronan. I will always want you.”
He felt the same. Always. When she was gone, he’d still ache for her. But she’d be out of his reach. Too far away for him to touch and take.
All too soon, she would be gone from his world.
And he’d be back to death and darkness.
He lifted her up against him. Wrapped his arms around her and plastered her to his chest as he headed for the bedroom. He crushed rose petals beneath his feet as he walked. Rose petals were so delicate. So easily destroyed.
Luna is delicate. I will never, ever let her be destroyed.
“You are so strong,” she breathed against his lips. “Have I told you how sexy I think you are?”
He lowered her beside the bed. A massive bed. One covered with more rose petals. Champagne chilled on the nightstand. Candlelight flickered all around them.
“You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” she told him as she stood so close to him.
That was Luna. Honest. Stark.
Turning him on all the more as she smiled at him. Innocence. When all he knew was sin. He could fuck her a million times— and I want to— and she’d still give him that smile of innocence when he was done.
“I should get naked, right? I mean, we should.” She twisted to reach the zipper on the back of the dress.
He stopped her. Turned her around. Slowly lowered the zipper. The faint hiss lingered in the air. His fingers trailed down her spine. His fingers, then his mouth. He loved to kiss Luna. Loved the way she shivered and moaned against him.
Soon, she would be gone from his life. There would be no more touching her. No more tasting her. No more enjoying the way she shivered against him.
The dress fell to the floor. She wore a white bra. White panties.
She looked over her shoulder at him. Her breath caught at whatever she saw in his eyes.
Ronan unhooked her bra. Let it fall. “Get on the bed.” Guttural. A dark, dangerous tension filled his blood. He’d always been so careful with his control. Even as he’d taken her before, he’d been in control.
But…
Luna will be taken from me soon. I won’t have her again. I’ll go back to death while she has a life somewhere else.
She hurriedly perched in the middle of the bed. The rose petals fluttered around her. She still wore the white panties.
He was still completely dressed.
He stood beside the bed, staring down at her. Feeling too rough. Too dangerous. Knowing he should never have put his hands on her in the first place because she wasn’t meant to belong to him.
He’d fucking shoved her in the trunk of a car.
Drugged her.
She reached for his hand. “This works a lot better when you’re in the bed with me.”
Her touch burned through him. “I could destroy you, Luna.”
She blinked. Tilted back her head. “I’m pretty sure that you’re just here to save me.”
He didn’t want to just save her. He wanted to own her. Too many dangerous thoughts swam through his head. Dark, tempting. I could take her away. Make her vanish in a blink. Tyler wouldn’t be able to find her. Gray wouldn’t. The rest of the world could think she was dead. I could keep Luna.
He could finally have someone of his own. Weird. Because he’d never wanted someone that way, not until Luna. Ties hurt. They made you weak. Especially when…
When the people you needed really did die. When gunfire came at night. When everyone around you died and you were the only one still left standing. When a bastard put a knife to your face and told you that you were going to be next and…
“Ronan?”
He blinked.
There was Luna. Beautiful Luna.
“You are here to save me,” she said again.
Right. Save her. Save her from myself. Because she should never be around the monster he kept caged inside. His breath slid out. He reached for the champagne. Ronan could feel her eyes on him as he popped the champagne cork. The explosion of sound was loud, and the bubbly poured over his hand. Screw a glass. He raised the champagne bottle to his mouth.
Then had a far better idea.
“Ronan, what’s wrong?”
Oh, the usual. He was going to stay in darkness while his one bit of light was taken from him. The champagne dripped over his hand. “I have an idea.” He turned back for her.
Her nipples were tight. Her breasts firm and round. Her eyes stared at him. Wide. Her lush mouth was swollen from his kiss. She’s mine. “Get flat on the mattress.”
Hesitating just for a moment, she did.
He eased down on the bed. Then, lifting the bottle and holding it so carefully, he poured some of the champagne onto her left nipple.
She gasped and shivered against the bed. “Ronan!”
“Did I ever tell you, the first time we met…I thought you smelled like champagne and roses?” And now they were surrounded by champagne and roses.
“It was my body lotion,” she whispered.
“I thought it was fucking delicious.” He lowered his head toward her wet nipple. Took a long lick. Sucked. Tasted. “Delicious.”
She moaned beneath him. Her hands grabbed for the sheets.
He licked up every bit of champagne. Then it was only fair to taste the other nipple. Not like he could have that one feeling left out. He held the bottle over her. Poured the bubbly onto her breast.
“ Ronan. ”
He licked up the drink. Savored it on his tongue the way he liked to savor her. Lapped up every single drop of the champagne. She twisted and heaved beneath him.
“I am so fucking thirsty,” he told her. He eased down the bed. Caught her panties and started to haul them down her legs.
The panties tore. “Whoops.” Totally unapologetic. He’d wanted the panties gone. Now they were. Perfect. He tossed the panties. Kicked off his shoes and climbed between her spread legs. He parted her legs wide so that he could enjoy the view.
Then he brought his champagne bottle close.
“Ronan!”
His gaze lifted—reluctantly—from the prize that he couldn’t wait to taste.
“You’re not…are you seriously going to?—”
“Going to lick champagne from that sweet pussy?”
Her eyes widened.
“Absolutely. Consider this an item on my adventure list.”
Then he poured the champagne down on her.
She jerked beneath him. Her eyes widened even more. His head lowered, and he put his mouth right where he wanted it to be. Then he licked. Lapped. Felt his control shatter because he was tasting champagne and Luna.
His Luna.
The taste was intoxicating. Better than anything in his whole life. She was better. She was his, and he didn’t want to let go. Not fucking ever.
He poured more champagne on her. In her. Sipped it from her. Licked and sucked and he could taste champagne and her pleasure as she climaxed against his mouth. A powerful wave of pleasure that made her whole body quake.
That wasn’t enough for him. There was still more champagne left. He poured more. Let the liquid drizzle onto her. Followed it with his tongue. Into her. Sweeping over her folds. Lapping at her clit. Again and again and again.
She gasped his name. Came a second time on a powerful shudder that shook her whole body.
He poured more. He could not get enough of her. Would never get enough. He wanted her to come for him until she couldn’t move. Until she could barely breathe. Until she knew that no one on this planet would ever give her more pleasure than he could.
“Ronan!”
Between her legs, tasting her, he looked up.
Her breath heaved in and out. “I want you. In me.”
His cock ached. Hard and full and so eager.
He shot up. Shoved the champagne bottle back into the ice bucket. Pieces of ice hit the floor even as he yanked open his pants and pulled down his underwear so he could haul out his thick dick. Ronan put the head of his cock against her straining core. Dipped inside of her. She was wet and tight, and he was in her.
Without a condom.
Fuck. He was in her bare. She felt incredible. He wanted to slam deep. To take and take. Selfish bastard. You’re trying to keep her.
The thought blasted through him.
Tempted him.
Keep her.
“Ronan, that’s not enough!” Her head tipped back against the pillow. “All of you. In me. ”
A primitive growl broke from him. His control held by one thread. One fucking thread. This is Luna. You protect Luna. Always.
He withdrew.
“Ronan!” A sharp cry of disappointment.
He grabbed for the top nightstand drawer. Condoms were inside. This resort kept them fully stocked. He’d noticed them earlier when he checked the drawers. He yanked open the drawer. Nearly had the thing falling out and onto the floor. His fingers fisted around a condom. In record time, the condom was on his dick, and he was back at her core.
And control was gone.
He slammed deep inside of her. Luna gasped, not with pain, but with pleasure. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pistoned inside of her. He plunged hard and deep even as he kissed her. As his hands swept all over her. He wanted to touch and taste and claim every single inch of Luna.
She is mine. She will always be mine. Even when she was gone, even when some other sonofafucker had her?—
She will be mine. “No one else, Luna,” he snarled as his head lifted. Another growl tore from him and the room seemed to darken.
She was coming beneath him. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around him.
A hard thrust. “No one else will ever make you feel this way.”
Pleasure flooded over her features.
“No one else will fuck you the way I do.” In and out. Relentless.
“Ronan!”
“No one else will taste you the way I do.” Her taste was the best in the world. Unforgettable. His favorite.
Her breath panted in and out.
“No one else, Luna.” His release was too close. He couldn’t hold back. “ You’re mine.”
His release exploded. A powerful orgasm that thundered through his blood and wiped away everything else. Wiped it all away except…
I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take what’s mine.