Ronan

Chapter Twenty-Three

As the weeks flew by, Rosa was noticing a trend. The more time the warlock spent with her, the better his grasp on his sanity. The less, the more deranged he grew. And so she did her best to spend more time with him, convincing herself it was for his benefit. On days he was out tending to his evil deeds, there wasn't a lot she could do besides wait to reverse the damage of their separation.

A tricky game, but what choice did she have?

And damn it, she could get used to waking up beside him.

Her eyes fluttered open, his muscly arm still flung across her body, fingers curling into the crook of her waist. His former hesitation when it came to touching her was just shy of non-existent now. He did so brazenly, freely, at every opportunity.

She took a moment to admire his features. His soft pale skin, his unfairly long lashes, his full sexy lips.

And then the traces of dark magic.

She brushed her finger over the dark, grey hollowness beneath his eyes. Over his unhealthily sharp cheek bones.

He reached up for her wrist, holding her hand to him.

"Were you staring at me?"

His eyes were open, holding hers.

"Were you awake this whole time?" She asked, biting her bottom lip.

His morning voice was unfairly sexy. It was a good job she'd committed to making him feel things. There was no chance she could say no to anything if he asked her at this time of day.

"I asked you a question first," He murmured.

"I wasn't staring. Just looking. It's weird seeing you look so at peace."

He squeezed her hip. "Probably something to do with the curvy angel in my bed."

"You think?"

"Hmm, I know." That hand flung over her chest tightened, locking her in as his lips grazed the shell of her ear. "And if you keep rubbing your ass against me the way you've been doing, we won't make it through a full night."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

She did it as she spoke, grinding into his hard dick.

Ronan was always hard. At every waking minute of the day. Her favourite pastime had become finding him at inconvenient times and watching him work up the strength to say no.

He failed more often than not.

Ronan, the big, strong warlock who never fails to do anything.

With a groan, he lugged himself up to a sitting position, staring at her body longingly.

"I hate leaving that ass alone."

"You don't have to." With a teasing smile, she slowly opened her legs. The warlock bit out a curse, scrubbing his hand across his jaw.

She'd figured out her power over him. She used it to ruin his plans daily, stalling him on days where she couldn't.

Just to be mean, she teased her hand across her midriff, finger reaching her clit. His gaze didn't waver, glued to her hand as she tugged it lower. Lower still, delving one—two fingers into her slick opening.

"You could just stay in bed with me all day," She offered, reaching out for him. She moaned as he took those two fingers into his mouth, sucking them deeply. "Then you'd never have to leave it."

"Evil temptress."

"You don't have to leave," She called for him. "You could come right back here and have me."