With the first strong pull of suction Naya melted.
His grip was firm, with a possessiveness to it that sent a thrill through her center. Fiery heat pulsed from her wrist outward, and Naya’s stomach clenched with lust. Her breasts tingled as though Ronan’s tongue stroked her tightened nipples and not her wrist. Swamped with sensation, her sex pulsed in time with her heartbeat and she couldn’t stop the low moan that vibrated in her throat.
Ronan’s grip slackened and he moved as though to pull away. “Don’t stop.” Naya didn’t recognize her own voice, the pleading tone so foreign to her ears. She was getting off on nothing more than his bite, the deep suction a phantom sensation that seemed to settle on the most sensitive part of her sex. She threaded her fingers through Ronan’s hair and held him to her wrist. Urging him to take more as her pleasure mounted to a fevered pitch that made her desperate to find release.
Ronan pulled away with a low growl that vibrated over Naya’s flesh. In a flash of motion he was on top of her, settled between her thighs, his eyes alight with silver, wild and unfocused. Passion overrode good sense as his mouth ravaged hers and Naya gave in to the need that spurred her past reason. She opened up to him, deepening the kiss, and she tasted the tang of blood on her tongue. Both blood and sex could produce heady magic under the right circumstances, and Naya’s senses were awash with the power that flooded her.
The rush was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and all she could think was, More.
Ronan rocked against her, every roll of his hips moving in unison with each deep thrust of his tongue. A lascivious fucking of her mouth that drove Naya wild as she clawed at his shoulders in an effort to draw him closer. Raw energy buzzed in her brain, spreading outward through her body. She swore that she could feel every individual cell swelling, and through the silence a song began to play, plucking at her heartstrings until the beauty of it brought tears to her eyes. Still she cleaved to Ronan, kissing him as though she’d been starved for the contact for eternity, her hips rolling up to meet every sharp thrust as the length of his erection teased her through the barrier of their clothes.
“Naya.” Ronan broke their kiss and she lurched up, desperate for him to give her more. “Naya.” Again, more urgent this time as his weight left her. She bit back a frustrated cry. Lost to sensation. To want. To the power that filled her to bursting, Naya couldn’t break herself from the spell he’d cast on her. And she didn’t want to.
“Naya!” He gave her a gentle shake as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her tongue flicked out at salty-sweet flesh and she wondered what it would feel like to break the skin with her teeth as he’d done to her. “Naya. Stop. Something’s happening. You’re glowing.”
* * *
Fear choked the air from Ronan’s lungs.
A soft, rose-infused light emanated from Naya’s skin, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Lost to the moment, to the bliss of feeding from his mate’s vein, Ronan had been swept up in a frenzy of lust that had robbed him of good sense. She’d been so responsive, so equally hungry, returning his ardor with a fervor that dizzied him. No longer punch-drunk from the magic that had laid him low, Ronan was infused with strength and power unlike anything he’d ever known.
A feat indeed, considering he’d been sustained by both Claire and Mikhail. Powerful creatures in their own right. This was different, though. There were no words for what coursed through Ronan’s veins now. Was this the true power of a mate bond?
Naya’s eyes came slowly open. Her brow furrowed as though she didn’t understand the words Ronan had spoken. Her dark eyes were glazed, the pupils nearly pinpricks, and her full lips parted with her racing breath. “Don’t stop, Ronan,” she breathed. “I don’t want to stop.”
His cock twitched in his jeans, the stiff bastard more than willing to give his female exactly what she wanted. Desire rolled through him like a breaker crashing over the rocks. His brain gave way to lust and he reached down to the fly of his jeans, ready to give in to his own desires.
She’s fucking glowing.
Clarity blew the haze of lust from his brain. This couldn’t be good. He pushed himself upright and Naya followed as though tied to him with a length of string. A drunken smile curved her luscious mouth and, oh, gods, how Ronan wanted to take her bottom lip between the tips of his fangs. She reached out for him and he took her wrists in both of his hands. “Slow your roll, honey.” Jesus, since when was he the voice of reason? “Did you hear what I said to you? Your skin is glowing.”