Chapter Fifteen #3
“I need to be inside you,” he says, the hungry look in his eyes making my mouth go dry. “I need you so badly I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t touch you. And I would do it. I would die. I’d walk away if that’s what you wanted—”
“Ronan,” I warn him.
“But if you want me the way you say you do. The way I feel you do. Then I will never, ever walk away from you. This may be my damnation. But gods, I can’t let you go.”
I reach down and yank on the hem of my nightgown, pulling it over my head. He freezes for a moment when he sees I’m naked underneath.
His eyes roam my body, his gaze branding my skin. “Fuck, you’re unreal,” he murmurs as he lifts me by the hips and backs me onto the desk, kissing my neck.
I reach around his back and unstrap his Nithyrian leathers from his chest and legs as he lowers his mouth to my collarbone, then my chest, then my breast, finally taking my nipple into his mouth.
He sucks it and caresses it with his tongue, stealing a moan from my lips as he steps out of the leather greaves, stopping only for a moment to pull the chest piece over his head.
Then I reach for the laces of his pants.
“Wait,” he says, gripping my hand. “I want to taste you first.”
“Ronan,” I say impatiently, tugging him to me. I need him to fill me, to feel him lose himself in my body again.
“You said you wanted to serve me. If that was true, then do this for me.” He leans forward and kisses me, running his hand into my hair and gripping my neck.
Then he sucks on my earlobe, swirling his tongue on it to demonstrate just what he wants to do to a different part of me.
“You asked me what I need. Well, I’ll tell you.
If you don’t come on my fucking face in the next three minutes, I’m going to literally die. ”
Then he bends down and buries himself between my legs.
“Fuck!” I cry out as he mirrors what he just did to my ear on my clit. I writhe against him as his tongue circles the sensitive bud, lapping and teasing it before he presses his lips there and sucks hard.
My back arches as my hands grip the desk, my nails biting into the wood. With everything that has happened, I haven’t even had the chance to fantasize about being with him again in this way.
But none of my fantasies could have lived up to this reality anyway.
“I need more,” he says, kissing the inside of my thighs. “Come here.”
Ronan stands and pulls me off the desk. I take advantage of the movement to remove his shirt, running my hand over the hard muscle of his arms and chest, lingering on the long cut of his scar as I reach up to kiss him.
He backs onto the bed and pulls me down on top of him, turning to fit on the small mattress. He grips my hips as I grind myself against his length, hating the Nithyrian pants he’s wearing for their thickness.
“Burn these pants,” I say as he gasps from my movement. “I need to see you at all times.”
“Come here,” he says, tugging my hips forward up his chest.
“What? You can’t mean—”
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean.”
And I do.
He wants me to sit on his face.
And, well. There’s a part of me that wants to, but there’s a part of me that’s nervous about it, even with him. Even considering that he’s just had his mouth between my legs, and that was hardly the first time.
It’s just so…exposed.
But I can feel from his own feelings how desperately he wants it, and it’s so fucking hot to know I’m driving him this wild with desire. “You’re sure you’ll be able to breathe?”
“Gods, I hope not,” he says as I inch forward. “I want to drown in you.”
Slowly, I lift myself from his chest and hover near his face.
“Hold on to that headboard,” he says, yanking my clit directly to his mouth.
I cry out the moment he makes contact. Oh, fucking hell. I thought the feeling of his mouth on me couldn’t be beaten, but this?
It’s all of the same pleasure but with the added pressure of my own weight on him.
I can barely hold on to the headboard, the feeling is so unbelievably good.
His tongue and lips work slowly underneath me, teasing me and tasting me, building the heat in my core.
Gods, he’s a fucking artist with that tongue.
An acrobat. I don’t know how he controls it so perfectly, how he times each stroke in such a way to deliver the maximum possible pleasure, how he finds the exact right angle, the exact right motion to send my body aching, shooting towards release.
But then, of course I know how he does it. He can feel everything I’m feeling. He feels my pleasure and responds, reinforcing it. He feels my desires and answers them with his tongue, his mouth.
And his hands. He feels the need of my nipples, hard and swollen with need.
He reaches up with both hands, brushing teasingly against my breasts before cupping them and kneading them.
Then, finally, mercifully, he pinches both of my nipples at the same time.
I cry out in pleasure as my body clenches.
All of my muscles tighten as his tongue laps against my clit in a brutal rhythm, a rhythm that will be my undoing.
“Touch yourself,” I choke out, almost beyond words. I feel his desire and how hot giving me pleasure is making him, but it’s not enough. I need to feel his pleasure too. “I want—I want to feel you touch yourself as I come on your mouth.”
He groans beneath me, and I feel the sound spread through my entire core. My hips rub against him involuntarily as I hear his laces untying, the bed rocking slightly as he pulls down his pants.
The boat brushes against a rock in the water, and he catches me as I lose my grip on the headboard, pinning me down onto his mouth again, but further back.
He places his tongue at my entrance, teasing the soft hole as I feel him take his cock in his hand. He nudges me gently with his other hand, and I lift off his mouth to let him speak.
“Is this what you want?” he asks. “Do you want to feel me come undone?”
I can’t see him touch himself, but I can feel it in his feelings. It’s unbelievably hot. His body can barely handle the feeling of his hand pulling his foreskin over the swollen head of his cock. His hips jerk, and he has to let himself go for a moment before he loses control.
“I want you to bring yourself so close you can barely stand it. And then I want you to fuck me. Will you do that for me?”