Either he didn't hear me or he knew me well enough in this way too, my own resistance to connection. I craved the contact of familiar skin against mine, even as I rejected my own need. But fighting with Ronan had left me with a constant, faint queasiness and a weight on my chest for days. Now that it was gone, I was almost drowsy with ease.
Could I tell him? Would Ronan care what I was? I wondered, but my body jerked with an immediate, trained warning.
And then the head of Ronan's cock nudged against the lips of my pussy, slippery and hot, and I gasped into his kiss, his tongue stroking in. My arms circled his back as he went back to just rubbing himself against me, slicking himself on my pussy. I found the roots of his wings, tender and muscular, and Ronan's groan vibrated against my tongue as I gripped them in my fists. He bucked unevenly against me and pulled away from the kiss with a huffing laugh.
"Trying to rush me, Hazelnut?" he asked, his grin bright even in the shadow of his wings.
I ran my hands up the strong, leathery spines at the top of his wings and watched his eyes flutter shut, his breath panting out of damp lips.
"I could get you off, make you rush, just by petting your wings," I answered, eager to move my thoughts in a safer direction.
His tongue flicked out against his lips as I stroked down the fragile membrane, a full-body shiver racing through him, and a hot dribble of precum stinging against my clit.
"You could," he rasped.
There was a compliment I wasn't ready to hear in that, so instead, I smiled and trailed my fingertips playfully back to his wing roots. "We should suggest the act to Reddy."
"Don't talk about Reddy right now," Ronan laughed.
"Hmm? Why? Don't the mutton chops just make you—Ugghn!" I arched as Ronan thrust in to the hilt with one rough stroke.
"Fuck," Ronan sighed out, his back arched and head tipped down to stare at me, flames licking in those dark eyes. "Fuck, Hazel, your cunt is the stuff of dreams."
Still breathless from his thrust, I let out a giggle at the praise.
Ronan arched an eyebrow, drawing out and then slamming in again in another toe-curling, breath-stealing movement. "Wet," he said as I shouted and scratched my nails into his back. "Hot," he added, pulling out and driving in again, my back sliding against the velvet on the bed with the force. "Strangling my cock."
"Ronan!" I gasped out as he thrust again, my eyes slamming shut.
"Shh, I have you." Ronan softened on top of me, his forehead resting against mine as he started a slower but equally deep rhythm.
I whined, my feet scrabbling against the bed. He knew this too, this perfect tilt and stroke that touched the tenderest nerves inside of me. The coil of his tail on my leg squeezed and then lifted my foot from the bed, pulling it under his wing and pressing it high and wide, stretching me open for his taking.
Ronan pushed up again, and I twisted my face to the pillow, knowing exactly what he was doing now.
"Pretty tits," he whispered, reaching between us to tweak at a nipple and make me squeak with the lovely pull that echoed down to my cunt. "Such sweet nipples, just begging for touch."
"Ronan, please," I whispered, the praise drawing a hot flush over me.
He bent, holding one breast in his grip, and I braced myself. His lips fastened around my nipple and his hips stopped, cock pressing up inside of me as he took a deep, sucking draw from my breast. I arched and shouted, grabbing at his horns to hold him in place, riding his still cock with anxious, desperate jerks of my hips. Ronan sucked and bit gently as I grew frenzied beneath him, but as the shuddering peak rose inside of me and I started to quiver on his length, he moved his hand to the center of my chest and pressed me flat back to the bed, mouth leaving me before I could reach my finish.
"Asshole," I panted, but I laughed with him as he grinned.
"You're going to come so hard you can't breathe, and you know it," Ronan answered.
And then he repeated the whole process on my other breast, until my knuckles were white and the first licks of an orgasm were racing through me and I was sure he would misjudge when to stop.
He sat up suddenly, wings flapping in excitement as I snarled in frustration and thumped my hands in the pillows above my head.
"That was a close one," Ronan said, triumph in that stupidly handsome face of his.
"Fuck you," I spat out.
He only laughed, his hands stroking up and down my sides, petting my body into a simmering state where the orgasm was close but not near enough to take for myself.
"You know what else I like?" he asked.
"We could be fucking right now," I muttered.
"I like this view," he said, and then he rose up to his knees, pulling my hips up with him so that I could see the picture of him between my legs, his cock stretching my sex around his dark length. And in spite of his teasing, I couldn't take my eyes off of us, especially not as Ronan pulled slowly out, an almost embarrassingly slick sheen covering his cock.
"Ronan, please," I whimpered, shivering as he pushed gently back in, circling his hips up and making my breath catch and my cunt clench.
"You look so pretty with me inside of you," Ronan said, his gaze coals in shadow, staring down at me as he fucked me so slowly I wanted to scream. "You turn all pink with need when you want to be fucked, and it covers you head-to-toe once you have a cock in you."
I growled and covered my face with my arm, and Ronan lunged forward, my body thrashing at the sudden rough plunge. He held my hip up in one hand and tore my arm from my face, gripping my chin in his hand.
"No," he snarled, brow furrowed. "You don't get to hide from me, Hazel. I want to watch you come apart on my cock. Hear you beg. And I'm going to fuck you until you can't speak or think or move. All night, asleep or awake. You're mine tonight."
I gasped at the threat, at the sudden flutter of my cunt on his rigid length inside of me, and whined.
"Please," I whimpered.
"Please what?" Ronan asked, grinning.