Page 46 of Lost Heir
He paused and peered up at me. “Leila,” he whispered, his mouth hovering just above my breast. “If I go any further … it might complicate things.”
“Like the prophecy?” I grinded against him. “I don’t care. I just want you.Allof you.Now.”
He shook his head. “You’re not thinking clearly, Leila. If we do this, it’ll ignite the prophecy.”
“No one has to know,” I protested, and he quieted.
He knew I was right. His father wouldn’t find out unless one of us told him.
I slowed my feverish movements and opened my eyes. “Wait. What is it that we’ll cause?”
“Taking your virginity allows me to possess the sole wish granted by the fox demon if he’s resurrected. My father has always wanted me to be the one, but after seeing us together at the banquet, I’m not sure if he feels the same way,” Ronan whispered.
Without giving him another second to overthink it, I flipped him onto his back and straddled him. The front of my dress splayed open to expose my breasts.
“I don’t care what your father thinks.” I slowly lifted his shirt up and over his head. “What matters is whatwewant. And what I want isyou.”
I feathered my fingertips across the defined planes and curves of his hard abdomen, tracing the ridges of muscle that tensed under my touch. Slowly, I inched closer to the button of his trousers with a mischievous smile. With eager anticipation, I pulled down his pants, releasing his throbbing member from its confines. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him, reveling in the way he hissed and clutched at the bedsheets.
“Leila … are you sure?” he asked once again, a hint of hesitation in his voice. “Once we cross this line, there's no going back.”
A grin spread across my face as I looked down at him. “That's exactly what I want,” I replied confidently. “I don'twant you to hold back anymore.” Without another word, I lowered myself down his body and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. His hand tangled into my hair, holding me steady as he guided me up and down his length with gentle motions.
As I took him deeper into my mouth with each stroke, Ronan let out a low groan and closed his eyes in bliss. But it didn’t take long until he lost all sense of control. With a tight grip on my hair, he started thrusting into my mouth with more force and urgency.
“Fuck, Leila!” he moaned. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he pushed me off him and lifted me onto the bed, quickly discarding his pants before readying himself between my legs. “I won't hold back,” he murmured, staring deep into my eyes as he positioned himself at my entrance. “This is your last chance to turn back.”
But I was already too far gone to even consider it. “Don’t hold back,” I whispered, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing his lips toward mine. “I’m yours.”
With a deep breath, he slowly pushed into me. The intense pressure and his girth made me gasp in a heady combination of pain and pleasure. I lifted my hips to take more of him in, determined to handle it all.
Once he was fully sheathed inside of me, my core pulsing with sensation, he started to move. A cry escaped my throat, but Ronan swallowed the sound with a passionate kiss as he pumped in and out of me at a slow pace before gradually picking up speed.
“You're incredible,” he gasped between kisses. “By the gods, Leila, you have no idea how many times I've thought about having you …allof you.”
I met his thrusts eagerly, reveling in the feeling of being completely consumed by him. “I'm all yours,” I promised.
“And I'm yours,” he repeated, the look in his eyes telling me that he meant every word.
As he continued to drive into me with increasing intensity, my body trembled with anticipation. He spread my legs wider and took me even deeper than before, hitting a spot that sent a wave of sensations washing over me, making my vision blur slightly.
“Oh, gods!” An explosive orgasm ripped through me, my legs shaking from the force of it.
Ronan slowed his movements, mindful of my overstimulated body. As he eased down and kissed me softly, I basked in the perfectness of the moment.
“You're beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “I never want to leave this room.”
A grin spread across my face as I returned his kiss. “Then don't.”
As the passion between us intensified, Ronan’s crimson eyes locked onto mine. His gaze was filled with a love I’d never seen before; the intensity sent shivers down my spine. He moved faster, his rhythm almost frantic. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.
The room was filled with the sound of slapping bodies, groans, and heavy breathing. It was as if we’d left the world we knew and had been transported to another realm where we were the only two people who existed.
As he continued to thrust into me, I felt my body building up to another climax. I moaned his name, my voice echoing in the room. He groaned and matched my rhythm as he thrust into me harder and faster. My body shivered with every stroke and heightened pleasure built within me. I gasped, my breaths becoming shorter and heavier as my climax neared.
Ronan’s muscles bulged with each movement, a feast forthe eyes. I reached up and ran my hands over his broad, sculpted shoulders and back, feeling the sweat that beaded on his skin. His breaths became ragged, and his eyes locked onto mine as he reached the edge of his own pleasure.
With a final thrust, Ronan cried out my name, his body shuddering as he released himself inside me. I felt his warm release filling me, and I knew it was only for me. The feeling of being so connected to him was overwhelming.
