I moaned as he bit and sucked, sending shivers dancing up my chest and down my back, between my legs. My panties were already damp.

When my breasts were aching and heavy from Ronan’s relentless mouth, I pushed him away and fumbled at the button and zipper on his jeans. His erection strained against the denim and I reached inside to grip him. To stroke him while his mouth blazed a trail of wet kisses up my neck to my ear.

“Ronan…” I breathed. “I need…”

I needed him naked. I needed to be naked beneath him. Or on top of him, riding him until he came hard and deep in me, nothing left between us. No more rules or labels. Just him and me.

Ronan lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist to take me down to the bed. He settled himself over me, bracing himself on his forearms while his groin dug into mine, the stiff denim hard between my legs.

“Take those off,” I breathed and lay back, watching him as he stripped down to his boxer briefs.

Both of us nearly naked now, my heart pounded as he kissed me with raw, animalistic sweeps of his tongue. He ground his hips down and mine rose to meet them, straining, the urgency tightening in me like a knot, needing and wanting him so badly I could hardly think.

Ronan got on all fours over me, and his mouth began a slow, deliberate journey down my body, between my breasts, around my navel, and to the hem of my panties.

He looked up at me, his fingertips tugging.

I nodded quickly, answering his unspoken question, and then gripped the sheets as Ronan pulled my panties off and away.

“Fuck,” he murmured almost to himself as his hooded eyes trailed over every inch of me, naked for the first time. His hand slipped into his underwear and he slowly jacked himself in the meager light of the nightstand lamp.

“Jesus, Ronan…”

His silvery eyes met mine and I nearly came at the sheer intention in them. He released his dick and settled between my legs. He put his mouth to my inner thigh, his tongue swirling, his breath hot, sending more shards of heat dancing up my skin.

Damn him, I thought as he took his time, torturing me before finally latching onto my clit with one ferocious suck. I cried out, and my back bowed off the bed, my hands clenching and unclenching. He’d already primed me, every nerve-ending lit up and ready. It took seconds to send the orgasm crashing over me.

“So fucking good,” he growled, lapping and licking until I was nearly at the brink again. I could feel how much he wanted to do this to me. How he got off on getting me off.

“No, stop. I can’t…”

He knelt at the foot of the bed, his eyes dark. “What do you want?”

“I want my turn.” I sat up and jerked my chin at his boxer briefs. “Off.”

His eyes flared and he removed his underwear, his cock springing free. He took himself in hand again, stroking, until I crawled to him and pulled his hand away. “Let me.”

I gripped his huge, hard erection while he kissed me, sharing my taste with me, then I pushed him onto his back. It was my turn to explore. To revel in the expanse of naked skin over muscles that looked chiseled out of marble. I dragged my mouth over every contour, every hard line, tasting the faint salt of his skin with little flicks of my tongue. I took one nipple in my mouth, just under the tattoo of the fallen angel. Ronan hissed as I sucked and nipped and soothed with my tongue.

I did the same to the other side, then moved down, gently kissing the place where his ribs still showed a fading bruise, then lower, running my tongue between the ridges of his abs.

“You are so beautiful…”

“Shiloh…” he growled, a warning.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, rigid and hard as steel, and pumped slowly. Flicked my tongue over the tip.

He hissed again. “Ah, fuck…”

“After how you tortured me…” I teased and then wrapped my lips around him.

Ronan tensed, I felt the muscles of his quads tighten as I took him deep, then used my hand when I went shallow. I tasted the salty drop on my tongue and moaned. I would have taken him all the way, but he growled deep in his chest and gripped my shoulders. He pulled me against him, our bodies flush against each other.

“Inside you,” he breathed between hard, needy kisses. “When I come, I’m going to be inside you.”

Holy shit…

He moved me off of him and reached for the nightstand drawer.

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