Chapter 26 #2
I turned to the hall closet for bedding. It was crammed, blankets on the top shelf. I dragged over a stool, stepped up, tiptoed, and stretched for the plastic-wrapped bundle.
"If you can't reach, don't force it. Let me."
Ronan's voice boomed close. I jumped.
I whipped around. The stool creaked, balance gone.
"Ah!"
No crash. I slammed into a hard, hot wall reeking of intense patchouli and faint tobacco.
Ronan caught me. His left arm clamped my waist, right guarding my back, locking me tight against him. Our bodies fused, no gap.
In the dim light, I felt his powerful heart pounding under his chest. That aggressive male scent enveloped me, making my head spin.
"Put me down." I squirmed to stand, voice shaky with panic.
Ronan's arm around my waist tightened, pressing me closer.
"Don't move. Ryan, don't."
I looked up, meeting his gray eyes burning like flames in the dark. Desire surged in them, raw and exposed.
"Ronan..."
"You know what I think every day, watching you move around this house?" His fingers threaded my hair, cradling my head. "How hard I gotta try, how much I gotta hold back, not to just throw you over my shoulder, drag you to that room, chain you to my bed."
His words were crude, blunt, laced with pure possession.
I should've slapped him, thrown him out. But those eyes, drowning in affection, crumbled every wall I had.
He dipped his head, claiming my lips with devastating force, like he wanted to devour me whole. His hands roamed my back, my waist, scorching through my thin nightie, igniting my skin.
My pushing hands turned to clutching his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. I went weak, legs buckling, clinging as he pulled us deeper into the tight space.
"Ryan... my Ryan..."
I grabbed tighter to Ronan's shirt, my fingers embedding into the fabric as if it was the only thing grounding me. His one hand steadied my back firmly, while the other wove through my hair, gently cupping the back of my head, drawing the kiss deeper, more entangled.
Our tongues danced in a heated tangle, his taste invading every sense, making the world blur.
My breathing quickened, ragged gasps escaping, and soft whimpers rose from my throat, muffled against his mouth.
The intensity built, my body heating under his touch, every brush of his lips sending sparks through me.
Ronan didn't rush. Instead, he slowly lifted me bridal-style, his steps so light they barely whispered against the floor.
He carried me through the dim living room, the air thick with our shared heat, and eased me onto the sofa.
I lay back, gaze hazy, locked on him, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.
He knelt beside me, his presence towering yet tender. His hands moved deliberately, unbuttoning my nightie one by one, slow and reverent. With each button undone, he leaned in, pressing hot kisses to the newly exposed skin—starting at my collarbone, trailing down in a line of fire.
His lips lingered, teasing, until his tongue circled my nipple lightly, then sucked with just enough pressure to make me arch my back, my chest heaving wildly.
The sensation shot straight through me, every swirl of his tongue pulling gasps from my lips, my body writhing under the deliberate torment.
Then Ronan shrugged off his shirt, revealing the chiseled planes of his torso, muscles rippling under taut skin.
He kicked away his pants, leaving him bare, and pressed his scorching body against mine.
The heat of his naked chest seared into me, skin on skin, sending fine tremors rippling across my entire body.
I shivered, every inch alive with the contrast of his roughness against my softness.
His palm, callused yet so gentle, traced my waist, sliding down to my inner thighs with firm intent.
Fingers explored, circling my already slick entrance slowly, teasing the edges, dipping in shallowly only to withdraw, over and over.
It drove me wild—my hips twisted involuntarily, seeking more.
I looped my arms around his neck, nails lightly scoring his shoulders, holding on as waves of need built.
My breaths grew erratic, chaotic, and more wetness pooled between my legs, slick and insistent.
Panting low, I parted my thighs wider on instinct, inviting him, making it easier for his touch to delve deeper. The vulnerability only heightened the ache, my body begging without words.
Ronan leaned over, capturing my mouth again in a kiss so soft it felt like reassurance, his lips coaxing mine open with infinite care.
At the same time, he positioned his throbbing, rock-hard cock at my entrance, the heat of it pressing insistently.
His hips pushed forward, slow but unyielding, sliding inch by inch until he buried himself completely inside me.
The head nudged my deepest spot, filling me utterly, and I couldn't hold back a satisfied whimper, the stretch perfect and overwhelming.
He began to thrust, deliberate and deep, each movement gentle in rhythm but powerful in impact. Slow rolls of his hips made my body quiver with every collision, my breasts swaying softly with the motion. The fullness consumed me, building a fire that spread from my core outward.
My legs wrapped around his waist without thought, ankles crossing behind him, locking him in as if to fuse us forever. The room filled with our mingled breaths, heavy and syncing, punctuated by the subtle, wet sounds of our bodies meeting—skin slapping softly, slick friction echoing in the quiet.
Ronan dipped his head, latching onto one nipple with fervent suction, drawing it hard into his mouth while his pace quickened just a fraction.
His cock dragged repeatedly over that sensitive inner wall, sparking electric jolts that tightened my whole body.
My walls clenched around him, gripping greedily, pulling him deeper with every thrust.
Pleasure stacked higher, relentless. My fingers clawed at his back desperately, nails digging in as fractured moans spilled from my throat, my body shaking harder. The edge approached, coiling tight.
When climax hit, I arched sharply, my pussy spasming in waves, clamping down on him like a vise. Clear fluids gushed from our join, soaking the sofa cushions in a spreading wet patch. The intensity blinded me, every pulse milking him, my cries breaking into sobs of release.
Ronan's rhythm faltered, turning urgent. With a guttural growl, he drove deep one last time, unleashing hot, thick spurts inside me, flooding my core until my belly warmed from the sheer volume. Excess seeped out, trickling down my cleft in warm rivulets.
Aftershocks faded. Ronan gathered me tenderly, pulling me onto him so I sprawled across his chest. One hand stroked my damp back lightly, the other combed through my tousled golden curls, his touch as delicate as handling fragile china.
I melted against him, face pressed to his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat slow to a steady thrum.
Eyes closed, I wrapped my arms around his waist, sinking into total relaxation, his familiar patchouli scent filling my nose.
Outside, night wind whispered past the window, leaving the living room wrapped in our entwined breaths, warm and serene.