Ronan's Bride

Her breath is shallow and fast and her back rises and falls quickly while I lick and taste her soft, delicious skin, biting and nipping lightly. I want my mark on every bare inch of her skin. I crave seeing it. Need it like I need my next breath.

Satisfaction rises in me when I see the tiny welts on her skin. “Gorgeous,” I growl and pull the zipper all the way down until I can slip it off her hips, still straddling her thighs.

I lift until I can flip her over, loving the pure lust shimmering in her dark forest eyes. My eyes devour her. All she’s wearing is the tiniest strapless bra that’s barely holding her large breasts contained. And those damn shoes. My hands run down her legs and I lift the shoes, licking her ankles and tugging at the knot with my teeth. She never looks away, her eyes locked on me, so damn innocent yet so fucking tempting.

Yanking the bra off, I toss it across the room, smiling wolfishly when she gasps and tries to cover herself.

“No way, baby girl. This is all mine now.”

I push her hands down to the bed under mine, holding them there while I bow my head and lick lightly at her diamond tip. She moans and her head flies back like she’s been electrocuted. Closing my lips around the peak, I bite down lightly, watching her to see everything that she likes.

My job is now to make sure that she’s satisfied and happy. And I think it’s going to be the best damn job I’ve ever had.

“Open those gorgeous legs, baby girl. It’s time for daddy to come home.”

Her eyes darken and her hands come up to cup her breasts, pulling at her nipples while she opens her legs. I stand and pull my clothes off quickly, hopping on one foot to pull off a shoe and then the other.

Finally bare, I stalk up her body and line up with her weeping core. My finger tests her, moaning when I feel how wet she is.

“Damn, you are wet, little one. Is that all for me?” She nods, her eyes dazed and hungry. “It better be.”

With one deep thrust, I push as far as I can go, driving into her velvety walls like a man possessed. Because I am. Possessed by her. Body, heart and soul, she’s possessed me until I’m just a rutting beast panting for her.

My head falls back and I growl. “You feel so good, baby girl. So wet and hot. And fucking tight. Oh god, so damn tight. Strangle me, baby. I love it!”

Driving into her over and over, slamming into her warm, willing body until it feels like I can’t leave her. Like this is my home. Forever.