Page 63 of Blood Weaver
“Remember what?” I asked, my drunkenness dissipating in a blink.
He shook his head. “Nothing,” he murmured with another laugh. “You’ll remember one day.” Dropping his head onto my shoulder, Ronan nuzzled the crook of my neck. “You smell like roses.”
“That’s the wine,” I reminded him. “You’re smelling the wine.”
“I don’t care,” he said as he snuggled deeper. “Promise me Leila, that no matter what happens, you’ll forgive me.”
I ticked my head to the side. “What will I have to forgive?”
“Just promise me. Promise me you won’t believe everything you hear until you’ve spoken to me first,” he murmured in the crook of my neck. “I’ll never hurt you. I promise you that.”
I sighed and ran a hand through his long, dark hair. “Oddly enough, I believe you, Ronan,” I whispered.
He lifted his head, reached for the remnants of the wine, and tossed it back in one hearty swallow. “I should get out of here before we do something we’llbothregret.”
I tightened my hold around his neck to prevent him from sliding me off his lap. “Stay with me tonight.”
He peered at me with eyes glazed with lust. “I’m still a man, Leila.”
“You’ve stayed with me before,” I countered.
“That’s not what you’re asking of me,” he said. “And there’s only so many times I can say no before I break.”
I gulped at the meaning. He was patient, but not overly so. If I kept pushing him, we would end up in bed.
Before I could utter another word, Ronan stood and cradled me in his arms. He smirked as he walked over to my bed and gently laid me down.
I gripped his arms. “Stay,” I repeated.
“Leila,” he growled.
Before he could pull away, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down toward me, our lips crashing in a mess of sloppy kisses. His weight fell on top of me, and he quickly turned us over so he was on his back and I was on top of him. His fingers combed through my hair, tugging slightly at the roots and pressing me closer to him.
He moaned into my mouth and I felt his hardness between my legs. I tensed, but without giving me a chance to change my mind, I sat up and straddled him, then ripped off my shirt and bra. His crimson eyes darkened as they took in my naked torso, and he slid his rough hands around my waist and up my abdomen until he was cupping my breasts. He looked mesmerized, as if he’d finally gotten what he craved for so long.
He sat up slightly and his mouth went to my right breast, sucking and biting my nipple until I moaned in ecstasy. I rocked my hips at the sensation and rubbed against his hardness to soothe the building ache.
When he swirled his tongue around my nipple, I gripped his hair and pressed him closer. His free hand latched onto my left breast, kneading and pinching in all the right places.
“Oh, gods,” I moaned. Wanting to feel his warmth against my cool skin, I tore open his shirt by ripping the fabric straight down the middle, then tore it off his body to expose his tattooed skin. I tugged his hair, pulling him away from my breasts until he was staring up at me. We watched each other for several silent seconds before I crashed my lips to his and pressed my bare skin against his.
“Leila,” he panted in my mouth. “Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
He flipped us over until I was on my back and he was on top of me. Hovering over me, his gaze scanned my body as if trying to memorize every inch. “There’s no going back after this,” he whispered. “Once we cross this threshold, you’remine. No matter what anyone says. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” I reached for the buttons of his trousers impatiently, quickly undoing them and lowering the fabric until his engorged cock popped free.
He reached for the buttons of my trousers, but where I was feverish and bold, he unbuttoned them slowly as if giving me time to come to my senses. He slid them down my legs along with my underwear until I was completely bare for him. I attempted to cover my nakedness with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed.
“Don’t ever hide from me,” he whispered. “You’re … you’re more beautiful than words can express.” He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips.
My muscles gradually relaxed and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The tip of his cock was slowly penetrating my folds when …
“Ronan!” Silas called out and stormed into my tent. With a surprised grunt, Silas spun around with his back to us when he saw what we were doing.
Ronan quickly grabbed the blanket and covered every inch of me, his expression darkening with anger. “You better have a gods damn good reason for coming in here unannounced!” Ronan growled.
