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He looks angry? No, not that, maybe upset? Shit…

“Did you kiss me?”

I mean, it’s pretty obvious now that I can see in perfect lighting all the paint marks. I left dozens of them trailing form his chest, to his hips, and back up to his lips. Some are smeared, to be expected since a lot of them weren’t dried when he pressed against me. Even I have white scattered across my chest from him holding me briefly.

“Yes.” I don’t really have any other answer. It’s not like there isn’t evidence of it.

When his eyebrows pinch together, I’m expecting him to tell me he’s leaving. That I went way too far, and that I fucked any chance of this;of us.

Instead, I’m wrong—oh so fucking wrong.

His stride to me is so quick that on instinct I step back, but he wraps his arm around my torso, squeezing my arms to my side. “You’re telling me our first kiss was while I was asleep?”

My head tilts as he threads his fingers under my loose ponytail, gripping my hair and angling me back further.

“Bad girl.”

Then his mouth is on mine, ravenous and hungry, devouring me like I’m the sustenance he lacked for years.

23

Ronan

Mine.

That’s what Calista is, and it’s without question. Even if it’s temporary with an expiration date, I’ll ruin us both with the time I’ve got.

Seeing all the marks she left on me solidified the fact that I could look at them without wanting to hurt the source. One act won’t magically fix everything, but it’s a start. I see her marks the same way I see my tattoos—like I need every part of me covered with her, and only her.

Calista is such a delicate thing, even if she wants to be treated as anything but that. As I force my tongue into her mouth, she gasps into mine and as if I were simply just going in for aflickof hers, she tries to close her lips to turn her head.

I grip her hair tighter and growl. “No, open up. Let me taste you.” I love how receptive she is and listens without pause. “Tongue out, baby girl.” As I step her back and her ass presses against the edge of the couch, she pokes her tongue out. I take it between my teeth before sucking on it.

As her eyes roll back, I crash our mouths together and it’s like I’ve flipped a switch—suddenly, she’s as fierce as I was a moment ago. That’s the fire I want in everything we do—a push and pull where she’ll always lose.

“I’m going to let you go,” I breathe against her lips. “Hands behind your back, and if they stray I will tie you up.” She thrusts her shoulders back, her arms now where I can’t see them.

“Good girl.”

She lets out the sexiest noise and leans in for another kiss, which I oblige to. If she’s good for me, then I will give her everything she wants.

My hands slide to the back of her thighs as I lift her, setting her down on the edge of the couch. She bites hard on my bottom lip, then I return the favor, biting and sucking hers into my mouth. I tear her silky nightwear up and over her head, then carefully drape it around her shoulders, letting the soft fabric rest there like a makeshift restraint. The material clings to her arms, keeping them gently pinned in place, leaving her exposed yet bound by the embrace of the silk.

Her chest is now bare to me, and although I’ve seen her breasts before, it’s like I’ve found the sea in the desert. I’m parched to taste, touch, and see it every second I can. This only reinforces the thought that I could lock us away in this cabin, close the gates, and never let anyone else in. To have her walk naked for me so I can appreciate her perfection and have it all to myself until the day I die.

With one hand pressed against the center of her back, I grab hold of her breast and pinch her peachy pierced nipple. Taking the balls of the bar, I spin it, and she gasps. Her legs that are spread so that our hips are pressed together, squeeze me in a vice-like grip, begging me to not step away.

Her head falls back, and I lean into her neck, rubbing my nose down to her collar where I wrap my lips around to suck. I’m going to mark her so that whoever sees her, including herself, is reminded that she belongs to me.

I pull her skin into my mouth, biting down and feeling her body tense under me. I groan and repeat the action down until I’m at the top of her breast, her panting intensifying as she begins to use her feet to drag me closer to her.

I tut. “So needy.” Her hips roll, and with my cock pressed against my boxers, she can get some of that friction she’s been so desperate for.

Leaning her back, I take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it as it hardens further. I forget that I even have my tongue pierced because of the plastic barbell, and it being clear. Prison doesn’t take too kindly to them, but I wasn’t going to lose it—I quite enjoy it, and I know she will too. I’ll have to get a metal one for her pretty clit.

“Ah—Ronan, that’s it.” Goddamn it, she sounds incredible.

I suck harder, pulling on her own piercing causing her to shudder under me. The goosebumps that I feel under my grip, make me grin.