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My eyes slowly close as a sigh escapes past my lips. That's when Ronan's face falls into the crook of my neck, and he inhales, and I canfeelhis muscles relax. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but time becomes irrelevant because, for some reason, with him, I somehow find peace again. The comfort I once had so many years ago—it's so far from me I can’t remember that tiny piece in my life and what that used to feel like. It only returns when he hugs me.
I think I needed this the most, as selfish as it sounds. I took a small whiff as well. If I was forced to smell him all day, I would.
“Hell must’ve frozen over,” he murmurs in my neck, his beard tickling my skin.
I smile with a chuckle. Suddenly, my body relaxes, like I took a pill or some herbal medicine. He leans back, my arms still locked around his neck.
“Well, don’t get used to it, darling.”
His eyes are half-lidded, like he feels the same high as me. His breath fans across my face lightly. “I don't plan to.”
I glance at his lips, then back at him. “This is only a onetime situation. It won't happen again.”
“Understood.” It's his turn to look at my lips. Our faces are inches apart; all I need is to move and we’ll collide. My pulse picks up, the energy thickens, and that maddening spark between us threatens to break down the barrier we so carefully built.
Kiss me again.
“I should leave,” I whisper.
“Then go,” he says, but our arms remain frozen in place. I can see the fire behind his low honey eyes, wanting to step into the temptation with me.
“Do you want me to go?”
He smirks faintly. “I’ll never want that. And I think you already know that.”
His answer sends fire through my veins. I look at the scar on his cheek, and I lean in impulsively, placing my lips against his rugged skin. It's a sweet touch. I pull away, and I listen to his breath quicken. He’s watching me as I lean in and repeat the motion with the scar on his mouth, his mustache hair teasing my lips. That single-handedly stimulates my pussy to crave him even more. Greedy as ever, I do the unthinkable and apply a full kiss to his lips.
It's a yearning too powerful that the moment I touch them, a whimpering moan pours from my lips. I've been so desperate for this man that everything awakens in me, and it feels like someone flicked on a bright light in over a pitch-black room. I don’t fall back, I shift closer to him, squeezing my thighs around his hips.
He growls hungrily in my mouth, steadying his arm around me, the other clasping my neck. Tingles gather in my pussy, my clit swelling as he squeezes me harder against him. I moan again as our movements turn feral. He devours my mouth, slipping his tongue into mine, our teeth clashing together. My breathing comes out ragged as I turn my head to deepen our kiss. Severe trembles strike my body, finally setting a claim on whom I've been aching for the minute I walked into his academy. Through the hate, I still craved him like an addict. You hate that you want it.
Ronan lifts us both onto the couch, our lips still moving in tandem, and my back lands flat on the plush pillows. I lift my hips for him as he bunches my dress to my waist mid-kiss, exposing my lace panties. He runs his rough hands up and down from my stomach to my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he croons, squeezing each part of my body like he can't get enough. My fingers thread through his damp hair, gripping the strands to keep him close to me. Scorching fire overtakes me with the knowledge of what’s about to finally happen. I bend my legs eagerly, spreading them wider for him to lie comfortably between. There's no going back now.
He hovers above me, bracing himself on the sides of my face. He rests his forehead on mine.
“If I remember correctly, the last time we were in this position, you nearly smothered me to death.” He smirks lazily, as if he’s still on cloud nine from our hug.
I grin, absorbing his breath. “Now look at us.” He leans in, applying another kiss that leaves my mouth watering. “I can make up for it.” My lust-filled gaze meets his.
“Is this what you want, my little snake?” he whispers seductively against my parted lips. I can't stop the shivers growing in my stomach or the tingly sensations circling around my nipples. He motions his hips and presses his hard cock against my sensitive clit.Fuck.
“Yes,” I whimper faintly.“Yes.”
“Pull it out,” he urges, thrusting again. My pussy is throbbing with need, so I do as he says. I lift his shirt slightly, ensuring I am careful so he doesn't stop me. I wrap my fingers around the hem, ready to reveal his thickness, as though I’m receiving a special present.
Ronan hooks his finger around my panties and folds them to the side. My heart palpitates in anticipation.
“Ro, is that you?” Mal’s tired and raspy voice fills the room
Ronan pulls off me, both of us cursing silently and fixing ourselves. I look up to see her eyes are still closed, but she's twisting and groaning.
“Fuck.” Ronan shoots up and rushes toward her.
That weight is gone, replaced with a chill that I wish never left. I fix myself some more, swallowing to coat my dry throat. I was so swept up in Ronan’s hypnotism that I forgot she was lying there wounded.
Pretending like nothing happened is awkward as shit, but I stroll over to the other side of the bed to see she’s cracked her eyes open a bit.