“You’re already doing it right, Songbird.” Sliding back an inch, he pushed in again. “So fucking right.”
Bolstered with newfound confidence, I eagerly sucked as I swirled my tongue and marveled at the sheer size of him. I couldn’t believe that I was able to take him into my mouth, let alone fit him inside me.
But more than that, being on my knees, giving him pleasure, watching him as he watched me, something vast and consuming grew in my heart I couldn’t explain. More than love, more than belonging, I felt a sense of control I couldn’t explain, because I was anything but in control. His hand gripping my hair, holding me captive, guiding me as I kneeled submissively at his feet, I was completely at his mercy.
Except it felt like control.
A kind of control I’d never gotten from sparring or even being on stage. This was more intimate, more about me, not about the music or my fans or my voice—this was about us.
And him.
What he was giving me by letting me pleasure him.
It felt so right, my eyes welled and spilled over.
“That’s it, Songbird. Let go.” He gripped me even tighter, pulling my hair to the point of pain. “Feel me taking control, dominating you.” He shoved deeper than he had before and stilled.
No air, I gagged. Then I panicked and tried to push back on his thighs.
“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, not backing off. “Take me deep and keep breathing. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You know that.” He shoved even deeper. “Open that throat.”
Tears spilled down my face, and my nails dug into his thighs. I shrank back on my heels, but he only followed, towering over me, keeping his hard length deep in my mouth.
“You’re scared, but you feel it.” He pushed at the back of my throat. “Take me all the way. You’re almost there. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice dropped to a dominant whisper, and his penis pulsed. “Submit, Songbird.”
A full-body rush shook my limbs and tingled across my naked flesh, and my throat opened.
He slid the last inch in, and I sobbed.
I sobbed so hard that he went even deeper.
“Fuck.” His head fell back, and he growled as his body shook once.
But then he didn’t do what I was expecting, what I was wet and aching between my legs hoping for.
In one swift move, he pulled his hard length from my mouth, lifted me off my feet and threw me on the bed. Coming down on top of me, he pushed my thighs wide, then just as he’d guided himself into my mouth, he thrust inside me.
My sob turned into a wail, my core exploded, and the orgasm came so fast and hard, I was crying.
He didn’t back off. He didn’t slow. He didn’t stop.
Hard and steady, but rhythmic and with veneration, he drove in and out of me. Bracing himself above me with one elbow, holding my face with his other hand, he looked down at me with such intensity, I wept harder.
“Do you know why you’re crying?” He didn’t wipe my tears, he spread them across my cheek with his thumb.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t control the shaking in my legs as the orgasm kept coming in waves.
“Because you feel it.” He thrust so deep it hurt. “You feel this between us. You feel my dominance. You feel the control of your surrender.”
I wanted to say yes, yes, yes. I wanted to cry harder. I wanted to never let him go. But I wanted him inside me as deep as the love and gratitude I felt for him.
“Please,” I begged. “Come inside me.”
My Ronan, my warrior, my beautiful, demanding, controlled man, he thrust hard one more time.
Then he filled me with his dominance.
I came so damn hard, for a split second I didn’t recognize the sound for what it was.
Then the deafening boom registered as the windows shook, glass shattered, and the fire alarms went off.
The explosion rocked the entire fucking floor.
With my cock still buried deep inside her, her entire body went rigid. “Ronan!”
“Easy.” My hand on her abdomen, forcing myself to stay calm, I gently pulled out.
A second explosion popped through the suite, and concrete groaned. Debris rained down on us.
“Ronan.”
I grabbed her arms. “Up, Songbird.” Fuck fuck FUCK. “Where’s your luggage?”
“Oh God,” she cried, scrambling off the bed in a panic.
I lifted the mattress. “Get underneath, right now.”