He sensed that she’d meant to say something else, but even drunk on power, Naya didn’t let her walls completely down.
Ronan wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her from his chest. He rolled them over and settled her down on the mattress while he cradled himself between her legs. The head of his cock brushed her slick center and he shuddered. “Gods, Naya. I want you.” The muscles in his ass contracted as he rolled his hips, teasing himself as he slid through her folds. He was used to rough and rowdy. Hell, he preferred it that way. But Naya was different. A quick, hard fuck wasn’t what she deserved. He gnashed his teeth as he stroked himself against her sex. The urge to drive home was almost too much to resist. “I ache, I want you so badly.”
She rolled her hips up to meet him and Ronan jerked at the ripple of pleasure that crested over him from the contact on his oversensitized flesh. The head of his cock pulsed, swollen and tight, and his shaft was like marble. If he didn’t come soon, he was going to fucking explode.
“What are you waiting for, then?” Her expression was gentle, her brow furrowed. She reached up and brushed the hair away from his forehead.
He swallowed so hard, he felt his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “I’m waiting for the necessary restraint to treat you with care.” The words were rough in his throat. “And not fuck you like I’m starved for you.”
“Oh, gods, Ronan.” A gust of breath escaped from between Naya’s lips. “That’s exactly how I want you to fuck me.”
Her words knotted his stomach tight and Ronan slid home in a single thrust that caused them both to cry out with relief. The rightness of it stole his breath.
He was home.
* * *
Naya was past the point of coherent thought. She was nothing more than a tangled knot of sensation, need, and longing. Ronan stretched her inner walls until she felt deliciously full. Complete. As though some missing part of her had finally been returned. For a moment they lay still and quiet, wrapped in each other’s arms. She’d never known such bliss. The world could’ve burned down around them and Naya wouldn’t have noticed. Nothing mattered but this moment and the male who made her feel things she’d never known she could feel.
The power that swirled within her was without comparison.
Ronan put his mouth to hers and Naya opened to him. Their tongues met and parted in a sensual dance as he began to move above her. The first hard thrust caused Naya to gasp, but she didn’t break their kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and it only served to further ignite her desire. Ronan pulled almost completely out and she whimpered into his mouth, desperate that they stay connected. His engorged head teased her opening and he plunged back in, knocking the headboard against the wall from the force.
Gods, yes.
At this point, she wouldn’t care if he brought the house down around their heads. He kissed her like he fucked her—as though he was starving and she was the only thing he needed to stay alive. Naya wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into the tight globes of his ass. There wasn’t a single part of Ronan’s body that wasn’t cut from stone. He was a magnificent male.
And he belonged to her.
Harder. Deeper. Faster. Mooooore. Talking would require her to separate their mouths and that wasn’t going to happen. He tasted so good. Felt so good. Words would do nothing but interrupt the feeling and Naya didn’t want anything to get in the way of the sensations that danced over her skin and built inside of her much like the magic that manifested from his touch.
Ronan pounded into her, his tongue thrust into her mouth with the same desperate intent. He nipped at her lip and blood welled there. He licked it away, but not before Naya tasted the coppery tang. What would it be like to take Ronan’s blood? The magic that manifested from any sexual contact with him was practically nuclear. To ingest his blood, to draw on that part of his innate power, could be the equivalent of a supernova. Would she be able to withstand it? Gods, she wanted to find out.
Blood and sex were closely tied in Ronan’s world. In fact, she doubted there were very few occurrences where a feeding didn’t end in sex or vice versa. She didn’t need his blood to sustain her. But maybe just a taste …
“Ronan.” she broke their kiss and he lunged at her mouth. She put a staying hand between them and marveled at the play of muscles against her palm. “I want your blood on my tongue.”
His eyes flashed brilliant silver and Ronan smoothed her hair away from her face, searching her expression. “You do?” A low growl rumbled in his chest.
“I do.” She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. “I want it.”