Chapter 16 #2
“Cherry,” I groaned, breath catching in my throat. “I’m trying so fucking hard not to fuck your throat—you’re killing me here.”
She pressed a kiss to the tip—sweet, teasing—and gave me that wicked smile that always knocked the air out of my lungs.
That damn smile was beautiful.
“Then fuck my throat.” She whispered.
I froze. My brain short-circuited. “No… I—”
Her nails dug into my thighs, sharp and deliberate.
“Fuck my throat like a good boy.”
And that was it.
Game over. Self-control? Obliterated. Cherry had unlocked a brand-new kink I didn’t know I would like—straight out of those filthy books she loves to read. My body was hers, every nerve screaming her name, and I was more than willing to obey.
My cock jerked, and I didn’t miss the flicker in her eyes—the moment she realised her words hit me. Got under my skin. Lit something raw and new between us.
“Do you like that?”
I let out a rough laugh. “Apparently so.”
I really fucking liked it.
She took me into her mouth again, pushing me to the back of her throat until she gagged just slightly. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”
I slid my fingers into her hair, not too rough—but firm enough to guide her. The feel of those silky strands between my fingers as she took me deeply nearly shattered me.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, the sound ripped straight from my chest as the head of my cock slipped into the tight heat of her throat.
She gripped my thighs, steadying herself, and I watched—utterly wrecked and obsessed at her like this. I started moving, slow at first, pulling her back and forth with a rhythm that had me clenching my jaw hard enough to crack something.
And when she hummed around me, I almost completely lost it, every muscle tightened, my spine bowed as I fought off the orgasm threatening to crash through me. I wasn’t ready for this to be done yet.
“You feel perfect, god knows what that sweet pussy’s gonna feel like.”
Her thighs clenched at my words—fuck, I noticed, and the image of her soaked and spread for me hit like a freight train. Her hand slid down and cupped my balls, giving a slow, teasing squeeze that made my head fall back.
Nope. Not gonna be a two-pump and dumper. Not with her. I’ll die before I let this end fast.
I yanked her away, looking down to see tears running down her face, spit trailing from her lips to my cock and fuck what a sight.
“You’re too fucking good at that, baby,” I grunted, swiping my thumb across her wet lips. “And I refuse to come down your throat before I’m buried inside you.”
Her smile was pure sin. “Such a good boy.”
Oh hell. She knew what that did to me. The little minx winked, and I couldn’t help the rough laugh that slipped out.
I bent down and pulled her into my arms, her fingers already tugging at my shirt like she was desperate to get it off. I helped, because let’s be honest—I am much taller than her and I didn’t want her struggling.
Once the shirt was gone, she hit me with those bright eyes, like I was something worth keeping. Like I was hers. And damn, that did a number on me.
I’m not as broad as Kieran or chiselled like Darian. I like my cupcakes too much, sue me. But I’ve got lean muscles, scars and ink—and she didn’t hesitate. Her mouth trailed over my skin, right across the faded lines and tattoos.
I needed to see her. All of her.
I stepped back and tugged at the hem of her hoodie, giving her a look that said Don’t fight me on this. She didn’t. Her arms lifted, and I pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Holy. Fuck.
She was bare underneath. No bra. Just soft, generous curves and pink nipples that perked under my stare. Her breasts were more than a handful, and I’ve got pretty big hands.
A scar ran down the centre of her chest, a few smaller ones scattered along her side. My gaze lingered on them, not out of pity, but because they were part of her. Part of what made her, her.
“Cherry,” I lightly brushed over her scar. “You’re perfect.”
She rolled her eyes at me, like she didn’t believe me. So, I dropped to my knees, and her breath hitched as my hands slid up the backs of her thighs, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her leggings and panties.
“Ronan…”
I looked up at her. “Let me worship you.”
She bit her lip and gave the smallest nod, and that was all I needed. I tore everything down in one smooth pull, and fuck—there she was. Utter perfection.
I would drop down onto my knees for this woman every single day and beg.
“Has Malrik seen you like this?”
I don’t know why I ask; it just slipped out.
She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Yes. Does that bother you?”
I hesitated.
Should it? Hunters don’t have relationships, and we definitely don’t share like the shifters or vamps. Most of us come from human bloodlines, maybe a witch or two way back, like mine. Monogamy’s the tradition, the rule. But with her, I don’t know.
“As long as I get to have you too,” I said, voice low, “then yeah—fuck it. I’m good.”
She slid her fingers through my hair, brushing it back, a soft smile curving her lips.
“Just pissed that the lunatic saw you first,” I added, kissing up her stomach.
She giggled, and damn, it made something tight and warm wrap around my ribs.
“Well, you get to fuck me first.”
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
“I guess you’re right,” I muttered, before wrapping my lips around her nipple and sucking. My tongue flicked over the peak, and she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I love that sound.
I let her nipple slip from my mouth and kissed my way down, slowly, savouring every inch of her. My hands slid over the curve of her waist until I was face-to-face with her pussy.
And fuck, I wanted to stay there. I wanted to bury my face in her, make her come again and again until I was drowning in it, drunk off the sound of her moans and the feel of her thighs trembling around my head.
I wanted her to tell me I’m a good boy with that beautiful smile—hell, maybe even with a collar around my neck.
I looked up at her from my knees, voice raw, honest. “Cherry, I want you to sit on my face and ride me until I can’t breathe. Tell me I’m your good boy. Use me. I want your thighs wrapped around my head while I drown in you.”
Because I would. I’d let her take every fucking piece of me, ruin me, own me. Crawl for her. Bleed for her. There wasn’t a goddamn inch of my body I wouldn’t give her, not one breath I wouldn’t choke on if she asked.
She tilted her head, those silver eyes cutting right through me. Cold. Wicked. Mine.
Her lips curved slowly. “I really like the sound of that,” she purred, dragging a single finger down her stomach toward where I wanted to bury myself.
“But how about you fuck me first?” Her voice dropped to a command. “And if you’re a really good boy, I’ll ride your face after. Make you come from nothing but my taste.”
Fucking hell.
She was everything, and she belonged to me.
My grin came easy, wide and reckless. “That’s one hell of a reward.”
Her brow lifted. “Then prove you deserve it.”
Oh, I would. With my tongue. My cock. My fingers. With every breath left in my fucking lungs. And later on, I was finding whoever the hell wrote the filth she reads and sending them a thank-you gift.
Because my girl didn’t just read those stories. She wanted to live them
I’m the luckiest fucker alive.
I scooped her up, her squeal splitting the air before I tossed her onto the bed.
She bounced, wild and gorgeous, laughter spilling from her lips, and fuck if it didn’t gut me.
My eyes dragged down—her breasts jiggling with the movement—and I froze, caught in the kind of spell only she could cast. “God, I wanna fuck those,” I growled, no shame, no filter.
Couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I tried.
“You’re staring,” she teased, sliding back on the bed and propping herself on her elbows. Her eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, and when her legs parted, it was an invitation I didn’t need a second thought to accept.
I prowled up onto the mattress, muscles tight with restraint I didn’t really have, planting my hands on her thighs and forcing them wider until she spread just the way I wanted.
Pressing my face close enough that my breath teased her, but not touching. Not yet. “Look at you. Messy hair, lips swollen, legs wide open and begging for me. You’re so fucking perfect, baby. My perfect girl.”
She whimpered, and the noise shot straight to my cock.
Seems I’m not the only one with a praise kink.
I dragged my mouth up her inner thigh, biting hard enough to leave marks, because I wanted her painted in me. Then, finally, I buried my tongue between her folds, groaning against her like I was starved. Because I was.
Her taste was everything, and I devoured her like a man who’d never get another chance. She bucked, gasping, hands flying into my hair as I licked and sucked, praising her between every filthy moan.
“That’s it, baby… You taste so good, so perfect.”
When she cried out, thighs shaking around my head, I gripped them tighter, holding her down as I drove her higher.
“You think I’m ever letting you go?” I groaned out against her soaked pussy, tongue fucking her deep. “Not a chance. You’re mine to worship, mine to use. Always.”
And when she broke apart for me, screaming my name, I smirked against her, licking her clean like I was sealing a promise.
Because I was hers, too.
Forever.