Chapter 17
RAVENA
I can’t believe I was about to do this.
With Ronan of all people.
The sweet, funny, stupidly gorgeous man who somehow made me feel like I was more than just a nobody—like I was wanted. Cherished.
And the way he looked at me? Like I had hung the moon just for him. Those pretty blue eyes of his that held an unspoken kind of devotion hit me in the chest.
Then there was his kink.
His very specific, very hot good boy kink.
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t reread those scenes in my books a few too many times. It always fascinated me—probably because I didn’t see it written often. Most men wanted control—wanted to lead and dominate.
Not Ronan.
Ronan wanted to please. To be owned, and with the way he reacted, it was new for him, too.
Do they sell collars? I am so researching this.
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growled out, and his mouth was on mine—rough, demanding, and all-consuming. His lips crushed mine, teeth catching briefly, and a shiver rolled through me.
“I might have to add it to my next cupcake recipe,” he murmured against my lips. I couldn’t stop the laugh—or the shiver that ran straight through me.
He winked.
“You’re an idiot,” I grinned against his lips.
“But I’m yours.”
My whole body was alive from being this close. His strong, citrus scent filled my senses, and my heart was hammering so hard I could barely think.
My body arched under him as his hand slid down, fingers teasing over my skin, mapping me as if memorising every curve.
A sharp pinch at my nipple made me gasp, my throat catching, but he didn’t stop.
His touch traced over my stomach, lingering until he found the place where I was wet and ready for him.
I moaned, hips bucking instinctively, and when I dared look up, his blue eyes were locked on mine—blazing, hungry, full of need that had me forgetting how to breathe.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he adds a second finger, stretching me just enough to make my thighs part wider. There was no resistance, only the sound of our ragged breaths mixing with my soft whimpers.
“Well, maybe get inside me then,” I snapped lightly, because he was taking his damn time and I was about to combust. I wrapped my hand around his cock and he bucked forward with a choked laugh, hips twitching in my grip.
“Shit,” he groaned, forehead dropping against mine. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“At least you’ll die happy.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Still gotta make sure you’re ready, baby.”
“I am ready,” I hissed, biting his shoulder lightly as I felt his fingers move quicker. “Now be a good boy and fuck my brains out.”
His grin was wicked as hell. “Yes, ma’am.”
He pulled his fingers free, then brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hunger that made my pulse skyrocket. His eyes fluttered closed as his tongue swirled over them, and God… why did that make my body burn like this?
“Yep, definitely going to turn this into a cupcake recipe. Might even call it… Cherry surprise.”
I couldn't even roll my eyes—my hands were too busy, stroking him with teasing pleasure, loving the way he twitched under my touch, how the muscles in his abdomen flexed with each twist of my wrist.
He tugged my hand away as he moaned, taking himself in his own fist before kneeling between my legs.
I felt him press against me, the heat of him teasing my entrance, and I stopped breathing.
His eyes darkened as they roamed over me, and a low, husky curse slipped past his lips when he saw me completely spread for him.
God, I wanted to memorise him—every tattoo, every scar, every mark that made him who he was. I wanted to know the stories behind each one, but that could wait.
“I’m clean,” he rasped out as the head of his cock slid slowly along my entrance, teasing. “And… I can’t have kids.”
He paused, eyes flicking up to mine like he expected some sort of judgment. I know what men had to do to become part of the Veilguard.
“Well, lucky me,” I gave him a small smile. “You already know I haven’t been with anyone. Unless you count that one-time Malrik's tongue was so far inside me —”
“Cherry,” he whined, clearly pained but grinning, “you cannot bring up another man when my cock is about to be inside you.”
Oops.
I gripped the sheets, heart pounding. He licked his lips, eyes burning with want.
“Can I come inside you?” he asked, voice low, almost hoarse. “Please?”
The way he asked sent a thrill straight through me. I loved that he wasn’t afraid to beg—that a man who kills without thought would kneel for me, want me, and only me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, inch by inch, until he collapsed against me, his arms braced on either side of my head. A sharp sting coursed through me, causing him to pause.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, voice tight, his body trembling as he fought to stay in control.
I nodded, my mind barely able to form coherent thoughts, heart hammering too fast.
I need this. I needed and wanted him.
With slow, careful movements, he rocked back and forth, his lips capturing mine in a tender kiss. Then, with a sudden intensity, he thrust his hips forward, filling me. A gasp escaped my lips, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging in as the pain mingled with something else entirely.
Shit. Shit. Fucking hell.
They certainly don’t warn you about how much it can hurt. Especially when he’s… well, he’s too damn long.
“Fuck, Cherry… you're so damn tight,” he groaned over me, lips ghosting across my skin in soft, teasing kisses. “Sorry, I couldn’t hold back.”
I ground my hips, letting the initial sting give way to molten heat that pulsed through me.
Again, and again, until it was enough—he pulled back, just the tip left inside, then slammed into me.
The ache hung for a heartbeat before exploding into wave after wave of pleasure that stole my breath and left me shaking beneath him.
Ronan kissed my head, a wicked grin playing on his lips before he moved faster, his hand gripping the headboard above me, muscles straining with every thrust.
“This pussy feels amazing,” he said, voice dripping with that teasing charm of his. “I can feel how stretched you are around me… so fucking tight. If you let me do this every day, I’ll be the best damn good boy for you. Promise.”
His hips slammed harder into me, moving me up the bed as his other hand drifted to pinch my nipple, tugging playfully.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, unable to stop the sound escaping my lips.
This was everything I had ever imagined—only better. And the fact that it was with someone who crashed into my life like a hurricane, someone I actually cared about? Yeah… that made it everything.
Ronan then gripped my hips and tilted them up slightly, angling himself in a way that made me cry out.
“There it is,” he grinned, cocky as hell. “Knew I’d find that sweet spot.”
Before I could sass him back, his fingers slipped between us, circling my clit with maddening precision while he drove into me with an unrelenting rhythm. The combination made my stomach clench—an intense, unfamiliar pressure building low.
“What the hell is that?” I gasped, half-laughing, half-panicked. “Ronan, stop, I’m gonna—”
“Shhh, I got you.” His fingers dug into my hip, possibly leaving bruises as his movements grew rougher, faster. “Don’t fight it, Cherry.” Then his hand slipped up and pressed against my lower stomach.
I couldn’t fight it.
The pressure hit a peak I couldn’t contain. My back arched off the bed, legs locking around him as my whole body tensed. The world tilted—there was only wet heat, Ronan’s name on my lips, and a strange buzzing in my ears like the world had gone quiet for a second.
“Fuck yes,” He growled, eyes locked onto mine, wild with pride. “Look at you, making a mess all over me. That’s it, soak me in it. Goddamn.”
His hips snapped into mine, each thrust more brutal than the last, chasing both of our highs. I was still trembling from the aftershocks, the slick sounds of our bodies only spurring him on.
“You're unreal,” he panted, moving forward, hips still moving as his forehead dropped against mine. “So, fucking perfect.”
“Don’t you dare stop, never ever stop, or I swear I’ll kill you.” I gasped, even as my body shuddered beneath him. I was spouting nonsense at this point, completely delirious.
I needed him to fill me up.
Ronan let out a breathless, wicked laugh. “Cherry, you say the sweetest things.”
He shifted his hips, zeroing in on that damn spot that had me squirting on him before.
I can’t believe he managed to make me do that. He’s amazing.
And then his fingers found my clit again, but this time pinching just enough to make my body jump in surprise.
I came again, not as hard, but still overwhelming, my voice breaking as I cried out his name over and over. My walls clenched tight around him, and that was all it took—his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he slammed in deep one last time.
“Holy fuck,” he cursed, head dropping back, veins standing out along his neck as he lost it, his entire body tensing before spilling inside me.
The burning feeling in my chest that lingers when I’m around him spreads through my entire body, making me catch my breath and gasp as I orgasm again.
He braced himself against the headboard, muttering a stream of curses like he couldn’t believe what just happened, like he was feeling the same connection.
Then, like gravity claimed him, he collapsed on top of me, chest heaving, face buried in my neck.
“Jesus,” his lips brushed against my skin. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.” He carried on grinding against me, my clit sensitive.
I let out a breath of laughter.
Still buried inside me, he rolled onto his side, dragging me with him. I pressed closer without thinking, craving every inch of him against me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and when that smile hit—blue eyes shining—I was completely lost.
Whatever happens next, I’m ready for it as long as I have him and the others by my side.