biting on the flesh of my inner thigh like it was a juicy peach.
“No.”
“No?”
Ronan bit a little harder and my hips bucked up uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop my hands from moving to Ronan’s hair, carding through his thick, boyish locks, guiding his lips back to my wet pussy. My head fell back as inevitably as the setting sun and I groaned as Ronan licked me. His tongue set my body on fire, my skin glowing like the liquid gold light cascading down the dome of windowpanes. My thighs started to quiver and I could feel the wave building inside of me and it took every bit of my will power to dig my palms into the sheets and pull myself away from pure bliss.
Ronan’s lips were wet with my sheen as he lay there on the bed, staring across at me with pupil-dominated eyes. I retreated till my back hit the pillows and I sagged against them slightly, catching my breath.
“You’re not willing to admit you want me yet?” Ronan asked, his voice hoarse like he’d been shouting into the very core of me.
I swallowed heavily. Our eyes met, flashes of light stabbing between us like the strings of a cat’s cradle, a trap to fall into.
“No,” I said unsteadily. “Are you?”
Ronan dragged his pinkie against his wet lips like they were the very tip of an ice cream cone and then sucked his finger into his mouth before smiling around it.
“Of course not,” he said.
“An impasse?” I asked.
“An impasse.”
I nodded, the same way he had, and then I grabbed the tear I’d begun, Ronan had continued and I determined to finish it. Stitch by stitch I tore the dress, feeling each one give way beneath me like exhaled lungs. Stitch by stitch my body was laid bare. Stitch by stitch Ronan watched. He was shipwrecked at the end of the bed and I planned to wreck him even further.
With the dress completely in ruins, I slipped the straps from my shoulders and tried to breathe evenly as Ronan drank me in, sipping delicately my naked flesh instead of throwing it down like his thousand-dollar bottles of whiskey. I didn’t feel expensive, I felt unbuyable, and that kind of power made me even wetter as I met Ronan’s hungry gaze.
“Tell me you want me,” he said, his words calling for a white flag while cutting like a sword.
I shivered. “No.”
Ronan stripped himself of his clothes, kneeling unashamed at the end of the bed, his nakedness in full glory.
“Tell me you want me.”
“No.”
He crawled toward me, gripped my ankles and yanked me toward him, silk slipping like cool water beneath my back. But with Ronan’s mouth finding my nipple I felt anything but clean.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered between soft kisses in hypnotising circles around my breast.
“No,” I sighed, sinking into the sheets.
I felt Ronan’s cock at my entrance and sucked in a steadying breath. I expected him to thrust in, I expected an attack. But he pushed inside slowly, slowly, slowly.
“Tell me you want me,” Ronan said against my lips.
He stilled inside me, fully inside me, oh, so deep inside me. Ronan bit my bottom lip so I couldn’t shake my head, so he could keep control of himself. I felt his body tense against me, nearly quivering it was held so tight.
“No.”
Ronan pulled out and repeated that agonisingly slow thrust. It made me feel like time was melting in the heat. It made me feel like the white-hot sands of the hourglass were pouring over my naked body, over Ronan’s naked body. It made me feel like time was what Ronan was pushing against, daring it to last longer, longer, longer.
“Tell me you want me.”
I had to catch my breath this time before whispering, “No.”
Every time I thought Ronan would have to relent, that he would give in and fuck me hard and fast and rough, he pushed back inside me like the world was ending after he finished.
“Tell me you want me.”
Ronan’s voice came from far away, far away as the sun sinking behind the horizon. How long had he been driving into me? How many times had he pushed as deep as he could and then somehow pushed deeper? How much of me had he claimed, slowly like it was never mine to begin with?
“Tell me you want me.”
Had I told him no? Were words coming from my lips or was it only pathetic whimpers? Were we even still on his bed, in his bedroom?