Page 76 of Ronan

“Evil.” A wobbly grin spreads across my face. “More.”

“I’m going to make you sit and watch as I dog-ear all the pages and write sloppy notes in the margins.”

“Ghastly!” My hand slaps over my mouth dramatically as Ronan laughs. His arms tighten around my middle, and I hug them against me. “This is incredible, even if we won’t be here much longer. Can we bring some with us?”

“You can bring as many as I’m able to carry,” he whispers, nipping at my ear. “Even if it means I have to break my back to move them for you.”

“Stop,” I whine, clutching my heart with my hand. “It just stopped hurting.”

His hand lifts to mine, covering it with his much larger one. “You have to get used to it, mo’sziv.”

“Yeah… I know.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I force another swallow as my throat swells. “I know that, too.”

“My Cameron,” he purrs, nuzzling his nose along my neck, dropping soft kisses over every exposed inch. I gasp when the point of his teeth scrapes over my skin. “You are mine… only mine. Always mine.”

“Yes,” I whisper as his hand drifts lower, coming to rest over my stomach. That ball of tension in my chest drops deeper, a low, delicious swoop in my gut that makes everything go tingly.

“Say it.” Warm hands slide under my shirt as he nips me again, the very edge of his fingertips sneaking under the waist of my jeans. “Let me hear it from those pretty pink lips.”

I bite at my lip, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as he presses against me, his cock thick against my lower back. “And if I don’t?”

His hand dips further, and a quiet moan sneaks from my throat as he teases the hair at the base of my cock. “If you won’t use that mouth to admit you’re mine, then we’ll just have to find a different use for it.” Fingers wrap around my length, swallowing me whole as he gives a slow stroke. “It’s your choice.”

Teeth scrape along the curve of my neck, harder this time, and my hips jerk forward with a gasp. “Mmm, someone liked that,” he murmurs, closing his fist tighter.

“Did not,” I lie as he bites me again, and my head thuds back on his shoulder, whining when he releases me. The zipper of my pants drops with a whir and my button pops open as he shoves my jeans to the ground.

Ever so slowly, he walks around my front, eyes hooded, and drops to his knees. “Oh, fuck,” I whimper as he inches closer, never breaking eye contact as he slips my shoes off and drags my pants off my legs into a forgotten pile.

“Such a pretty little cock.” His tongue pushes out, letting the underside of my length rub along the wet warmth. My lips separate as my breathing comes out in puffs, and I can’t tear my eyes away as he closes his mouth around me.

A pitiful, desperate whine leaves me as he swirls over the tip of my cock, tasting and teasing like he can’t get enough. Hands land on my ass and tug me forward, and he takes me so deep his nose pushes into my skin.

“Ro,” I whimper, weaving my hand through his hair and giving my hips a tentative thrust. The pleasure that jettisons through my body makes my eyes roll into my head, and just when I think nothing could ever feel as good as this, Ronan starts to suck.

“Oh, god, oh, fuck,” I whine as hot, wet pressure draws on my cock. His cheeks hollow as he pulls his head back, dragging the ring of his lips until only the head remains in his mouth. Again and again, he takes me in, tongue swirling as my balls draw embarrassingly tight.

He worships me.

This giant, powerful warrior of a man is on his knees for me.

A low, rumbling growl vibrates up my length as I tense, a dull pulse forming in my core. “Ronan,” I gasp as my hips snap forward, but he pulls away, leaving me slick and glistening.

“So eager,” he purrs, licking his swollen lips as he uses his thumb to wipe the spit from his chin. Gods, that’s just as sexy as seeing my cock in his mouth. “You’re so fucking perfect when you’re desperate, Cam… but as much as I want to taste you, I can’t allow you to finish yet.”

“Sure you can,” I argue, and he laughs, his breath blowing across my overstimulated cock as my fingers tighten in his hair, trying to guide him forward.

“By the time we’re done, you’ll be begging me to let you come.”

“Can I beg you now and we skip the whole torture part?” He chuckles before he takes me in his mouth again, sucking harder and bobbing faster until I’m too close and he pulls away once more. My eyes fall to where his cock pushes down his pant leg, a dark spot forming at the end.

“Are you ready to say it yet? Ready to admit that you’re mine?” He stands and pulls his shirt off, which, frankly, is cheating. He clicks his tongue as I reach for his pants, knocking my hands aside. My shirt gets yanked over my head, leaving me naked as he grips my chin, tilting my face to his. “I asked you a question.”

I bite my lip to keep from blurting out every forbidden thought that dances on my tongue, loving the flare of his nostrils as I refuse to answer him. Fumbling to find his zipper, he doesn’t stop me this time as I tug it down. “Can I?” My voice is rough as I work his pants over his legs. “I want to try. Please let me?”

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