Page 85 of Beneath His Robes

Ronan was always my ghost. My Sinner. The man who imprinted his soul onto mine the moment we met. He was my anchor, the key to my heart, the very spark of my soul. I was his, and he was mine.

“Fuck, Mon Pur. I am not going to last. I need you.”

His words held a heavy edge to them, making my breath catch. He freed himself from my mouth, and my saliva dripped onto my face.

“You need to fill my asshole, my Sinner?” I said, realizing I needed him just as much. “You want to stretch me out and hear me pray to you?”

His panting breaths made me weak, and I couldn’t resist him. I may be going to hell but he was right.

This is true heaven.

“Fuck yes. Turn that ass around. I am going to destroy your tight little hole so that there is no ending to you where I don’t also exist.”

Beautiful. Godly. He was exquisite.

“Break me,” I agreed, adjusting to flip my body over to him.

The fear tightened in my gut, the knowledge of the pain this would bring. But so much fucking pleasure. I held my breath, waiting to feel his hard cock break through my soft barrier.

His fingers were first. He was gentle and prodding as his saliva fell down to coat my hole. Of course, he wouldn’t just ram into me. I breathed a sigh, moaning in relief.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. You feel so good. Mmm.”

Ronan’s pressure with his teasing fingers increased, a steady rhythm as he opened me more and more. My body relaxed, my muscles opening to accept him. A peace and intense need overwhelmed me. I needed him, and I needed him, now.

“Fuck me. Cover me in your god damned sin.”

My words, my confession, my plea. He heard them all and met my demands. His cock finally, blessedly, broke the dam of my borders, pushing into me and filling my body to the brim. I couldn’t breathe. The thickness alone was enough to make me pant.

“You got this, Mon Pur,” I heard him say behind me, leaving sweet kisses along my shoulders and neck. “You can take me. Let me in. That’s right. Just like that. Good fucking boy.”

Little by little, I was able to relax, my breathing steadied, and he could move, thrusting himself inside my body and making my toes tingle.

“You open so beautifully for me, Elias. Such a perfect hole to fit my cock like this. Look at you. So fucking amazing.”

I stared at the fog on the window again, following the lines of his fingerprints from where they had been. Just like that window, Ronan left an imprint on me. He was intertwined in the threads of my being. I wasn’t anything without him. So complete like this.

It felt…heavenly.

“I love you,” I said through whimpered moans, focusing on the smacking of our bodies, reveling in the cadence that our passion created. “I fucking love you, Ronan.”

“You are mine, Mon Pur,” he moaned. “Mine to love, mine to fuck,mine to own.”

Every word was true. I was his. There was no other that owned my heart, body, and soul.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Ronan

I watched the reflection of Elias’s face in the window. The bliss and true joy filtering through his eyes made me want to lose it. I held on as long as I could, desperate to give him everything he deserved and more. I didn’t want him to feel like a toy. He was my treasure. My own divinity.

“God, I am going to fucking come!” I said, thrusting into his tight ass over and over until my hips were a blur in my own vision.

His panting was too much. The way he begged and ground against my body. I was not strong enough for this. I couldn’t stop myself.

“Mmm, Fuck. Yes. Give me your come. Fill up my hole. Let me have all of you.”

His words, the heat of the car, the contours of his body, the heat blowing on my ass was everything. It was a live wire exposed to the highest bolt of electricity. I was coming undone.

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