Irish Lullaby (Book One of A Violent Melody Duet)

Chapter Twenty Two

She stood towards the back of the chapel as the men carried out the remaining guests. Her fathers eyes met her as he was being dragged to the back of the room, the look in his eyes was one of nightmares as if he was remembering every opportunity he had to kill Fallon, to let her die and regretting he never took one of them.
Donovan didn't even glance at her as he was dragged away, she had not seen what happened in the process of capturing him but he seemed already dead with how bloody and limp he was. She wondered where they would be taken once they left the church, what would come of them now?
What had come of her two brothers who escaped? Edward didn't bring her too much concern but Tomas, him being still out there, still able to get to her, the cold chill returned to her body at the thought.
She couldn't think of him right now, not him, nor Maria, nor the fiance who made his escape so early into the massacre. She wished she had gotten the chance to shoot him, to beat at him till he felt there was no hope, till he gave up dreaming of a life outside of the misery I gave him. She wanted to make him her prisoner, to trap him in a cycle of pain like he had to her until the dark pit in her mind that yearned for revenge, for justice was fed.
She wanted to hurt him till the nightmares faded and were replaced with nothingness, she would be greedy enough to believe she still had the ability to dream of peace and happiness like most others did. She would settle for not waking in the night screaming, drenched in her own sweat, trying to figure out if what she had been feeling was real or imaginary, the two seemed to blend together on bad nights.
"You did wonderfully today." Ronan's heavy voice spoke up from behind her. He had returned to her after speaking with some of his men. After she shot her mother she had needed to stand alone, to not speak, not move, she barely even breathed.
"What do I do now?" Where did she go from here, she had nothing to fall back on and as much as she wished this all was a large romantic gesture from Ronan she very much doubted his interest in her was the only factor into this attack.
"Come with me, your brothers are still out there, still a threat, along with your fiance. I will protect you from them." This is what she wanted, an out from her family, from all ties to their life but Ronan was still a part of their lifestyle. He was deeper in it than any of her family. She looked at the room still coated in disaster and wondered if her life would become like this, where she was on the side creating the destruction instead of facing it. 
"What will it cost me?" She had so little to give and nothing came without consequences in this world.
"I just want you Fallon, I've always wanted you." He reaches his hands for her and she looks at it, the large rough hand that could kill someone with such little effort. He reached for her with it, not in violence but peace. He stood there offering her so much when she had nothing but herself to give. The idea that could be all he wanted, that she finally was enough on her own for another person to feel a need to protect and shelter her without an ulterior motive was unbelievable to her. Even as he stood there, ignoring his men who kept guard with their guns, the bodies littered the floor, her family that still lived watching with a look of fear, it still felt unreal.
"Why?" This wasn' the place for this talk, wasn't the company to have it in either but she couldn't help but ask.
He let his hand fall to his side and took a few steps closer to her until his hands cradled her head in his grip, he was so gentle with her. She had not even thirty minutes ago watch him crush a man's skull with his foot and now he looked down at her with such affection in his eyes and such ease in his touch.
"You are the most extraordinary woman I have ever met, every time we meet your strength amazes me. You survived so much with no one to help you for so long, you thrived with no one but yourself for comfort. I want to see what you could become when you don't need to spend half your day looking over your shoulder, to see you flourish before my eyes now that you know you can be free and be who you choose to be, not what they chose for you."
Her gaze dropped to the ground for a moment, taking in his words that shook her. She took a step closer, pressing her chest to his, her hands lifted along with her eyes till she wrapped her fingers into his hair and those beautiful blue eyes were locked on only hers. She didn't need to speak her answer, didn't even nod, he knew by the way she smiled she chose him, chose the life he offered and the future he so eloquently painted in her mind.
Their mouths meet in a frenzy, a burning need for everything he is and everything he offers runs through her. The coldness that has held onto her for so long slips away into a place in her mind she hopes never opens again. A hunger builds, not one from the weeks she has spent starving herself of food but from the starvation of touch. She could touch him now, touch anyone she chose to, she did not have to fear the outcome of being free with her mind nor heart and god did she want to open her chest and let it explode outwards. She wanted it all and she wanted it now but most of all she wanted him.
The hunger grew as his touches met hers, she had no care her brother and father sat cuffed just feet away, that her mothers body still bleed behind her, the past was not a dot in her universe, only him and his hands.
"I want you." The voice that came from her was unrecognizable but Ronan answered it anyway. He separated his mouth from her and took her hand, leading her out of the massacre and towards the bridal suit she had gotten prepared in.
The guards in the hall had been moved already, the only sign of what had happened was the stains on the floor and the shattered pieces of history. All those expensive paintings and figures, now broken or ruined. She gave them little thought as Ronan guided her to the door. He let the door swing wide before dragging her into his body and using his bloody boot to kick it shut.
"I have thought about this moment, finally having you hundreds of times. I never imagined it to be in a state like this." His words were a whisper over her lips as he kissed her. Her only response was to move them back towards the white couch behind him. She wanted this, needed this.
She pushed down on his shoulders and he followed her lead, sitting back on the couch. "It should have been you, not him, never him." She placed herself over him, her thighs encasing his body, her hands unbuttoning his shirt. He stopped her pursuit at her words, taking her hand in his and kissing each of her palms, her heart changed pace at his movements.
"I will find him, Fallon, I will find him no matter how long it takes and I will give him whatever end you deem just." She nodded in response, not wanting to give him more thought in her mind when all she wanted was Ronan. Neither spoke again as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and moved back just enough to undo his pants and pull them down his large thighs.
Every inch of him was gorgeous, from the way his chest heaved with each breath he took, to the way his thighs tensed as she trailed a finger over the scar that slashed across his otherwise flawless skin. Then there was his cock, she'd never wanted something more than that inside of her. She had felt it against her, imagined it must have been large but seeing it now was something different. Desire coursed through every fiber of her being, urges that were known and odd overwhelmed her.
"You are in charge of what happens tonight, мой прекрасный шторм, you decide how far we go." His thumb stroked her bottom lip.
"I want it all." She wanted the pleasure, the pain, she wanted to feel everything he could give her. She pushed herself forward, letting her lace panties that someone had chosen for her to wear today grind against him.
"Will you help me undress?" She asked, moving against him once more, earning a longing sigh from him.
He didn't hesitate to rip the layers of fabric from around her waist till only the top of her dress remained and the tattered pieces fell around them like deathly snowfall. Neither had cared about the red that painted their skin or clothes, neither wanted to wait to find somewhere they could cleanse themselves of the night, all they wanted was each other and when Ronan ripped away the last layer between them barely restrained herself from taking exactly what she wanted then and there.
"Take from me, beautiful, take and take until I am but a body who knows only your name on my lips and your taste on my tongue." She held his eyes as he spoke, watched the raw emotions cross his face when she raised herself over him and lowered just enough she felt the pressure between her thighs.
"Take all the time you need." His voice was strained, his grip tight on her waist, helping support her weight.
He was so perfect, even with all his darkness he was a light in her life she wanted to burn forever. She met his mouth with hers and lowered herself inch by intoxicating inch. She'd already been so wet, so ready for him. He was big and stretched her to the point it burned but she wanted that pain.
When she was so full of him it was all she could think and feel she released the breath she'd been holding deep in her chest. She took a moment to just feel him there, in her, around her, he was everywhere she moved, everywhere she breathed.
The first roll of her hips got a quick intact of air from him, the second had the hands on his hips digging in so deep she knew they would bruise, she couldn't wait to see those marks on her come morning, the forth he was whispering praises to her as he helped her keep pace.
"Such a perfect little slut." She tightened around him at those words.
Never had she thought such a vulgar term would set her aflame, that she'd yearn to hear him call her that and worse. She sped up, needing more, wanting more. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while resting her face against his neck. He had taken over setting the speed, thrusting up into her as he slammed her down into his lap. She was a moaning mess in his arms.
"Don't stop." She panted out the plea as her orgasm began to build. A ball of tight nerves inside of her that wanted out, that just needed a few more touches, a little more pain.
As if hearing her thoughts he twisted his head to bite the curve of her neck. "Fuck, Ronan." She convulsed around him, her body squeezing so tight she was surprised he could still move inside her. She understood how people could become addicted, she wanted to feel this every moment of every day.
His moves began to become frantic and his labored breathing was mixed with moans as he used her to get himself to his approaching release.
"Fallon." Her own name fell from his lips like a prayer, as if she were the only being he would ever worship.
Fallon had thought there was nothing as sweet as coming with Ronan deep inside her, she was quickly proven wrong with the sight of him losing himself in the feel of her. Nothing would ever make her forget the look on his face as his release filled her, it was the most beautiful thing she would ever see