Ronan

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rosa might've initiated the kiss but Ronan owned it. In seconds, he'd swung her up by a hold on her ass, pressing her onto the kitchen counter. Prying her legs open, he stood between them, demanding her every breath.

She moaned into his embrace, his teeth nipping her lips, tonguing them, coaxing them further and further apart.

She grabbed his hair, needing something to hold onto. Something to ground her as the desire flared. Heat trickled between her thighs, building and building till all she could think about was him.

She needed more.

Everything he had to offer.

"Fuck," He whispered, fingers digging into her sides. I need them elsewhere. Gods, she needed them everywhere. "I take it you like the place then."

She tugged him closer, harder.

"Stop talking. Just kiss me."

He smiled into the kiss. Her heart melted then and there into a puddle on the floor.

"Oh fuck." He palmed his erection. Rosa moaned, reaching between their bodies, feeling him for herself.

I'm so getting fucked.

She hadn't had him fully since he'd chained her to the bed, leaving her to cum repeatedly until he saw to her. And now he had her tied around his fingers all over again, here for the taking.

"Gods," She pleaded. "I need you."

He pulled back to let her breathe, lips trailing down her neck, under her chin—anywhere he could reach. He wound her hair around his hand, pulling her back by it.

Through his shirt she was still wearing, her nipples were hard, straining against the material.

She moaned louder than ever when he suckled one through it, positively dripping through the boxers she wore.

He was doing this on purpose. Wreaking these reactions from her for his pleasure.

"You want to see the bedroom?" He asked breathily.

"Yeah I want to see the bedroom." She wanted to do more than see it. She wanted to be fucked on the carpet, the bed—against the wall.

Her ears rang. "Wait."

"Problem?" He asked, still suckling.

"Bedroom. As in just one bedroom."

"Just one bedroom. Just one bed. Is that a problem?"

Gods, he couldn't ask her these questions and expect a clear answer with his mouth around her tit.

"No. I just..." She pulled harder on his hair. "We've never shared a bedroom before. Like, properly."

"Yes we have."

"We shared a tent and you didn't lay down all night. Then there was the room at Morio's while you were sorting me a house where you sat in the rocking chair and watched me all night."

His hands slipped beneath the shirt, teasing along her skin.

"Still sharing a room. And we've shared rooms before. One hundred and fifty years Rosie."

"No, but you've always been too scared to stay the night." He always left before the night was over. Or at least he had done. As of recent, that hadn't been the case. But they still had their own individual bedrooms. "Scared of being tied down by me?"

She gasped when he tugged her closer, their bodies pressed taut to one another. On instinct, her legs wrapped around him.

"Scared I'd never be able to leave the bed."