Sweetest Venom (Virtue #2)(61)

“Yes,” I say slowly. “Yes,” I laugh. “Yes,” I cry. “Yes. Always and forever, yes.”

He makes love to me then. Slowly. Tenderly. Passionately. He worships me with his mouth, with his hands while his body tortures me with never ending pleasure. Moans cease to be moans. Kisses cease to be kisses. Thrusts cease to be thrusts. We transcend to a point where our bodies are not only joined together, but it is our souls that mate with one another, creating life.

It’s magic.

And our new beginning.



With a towel wrapped around my torso, I walk out of the bathroom while applying lotion to my skin. I smile at the sight of Ronan. He’s propped against the headboard and dozing off. I’m not surprised he’s tired. The man’s sexual appetite is unquenchable. Not that I’m complaining. Far from it, actually.

When I reach the foot of the bed, he opens his eyes focusing on me. The way he’s staring at me like he wants to devour every inch of my body makes me feel a little reckless. Adventurous. I place the small bottle of lotion on the bed.

“How was your nap?” I ask, running my fingers through my wet hair.

“Lonely.”

“Poor baby,” I pout. “Would you like me to try and make you feel better?”

“You could try,” he teases.

Leisurely, I reach for the bath towel wrapped around my torso and remove it, exposing every inch and curve of me to his wondering eye. Ronan watches me closely. His caramel gaze, sparkling with lust, roves over my figure.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

“Not sure. Why don’t you come a little closer so I can take a better look?”

“Oh yeah?” I get on the bed and crawl toward him, taking my time as I close the space between us. I straddle his lap, rocking my * on his cock. “Well, what’s the verdict?”

“Let’s see …” Ronan grabs me by the hips, his long fingers gripping my ass firmly, and pulls me forward until I’m kneeling over his face. I reach for the headboard for support and look down as my breathing accelerates.

“Perfect,” he says, his voice as thick as smoke. Smiling sinfully, his eyes are on me when his fingers spread my folds apart and his thumb begins to rub me in small circles. “Fucking perfect.”

He plays my body like a damn maestro. I bite down hard on my lower lip the moment he drags his tongue along my soaked *. He breathes me in, his hot breath caressing my thighs as his hands move me against his eager mouth.

“And so damn sweet.”

My body trembles. I grind my hips against his tongue as he goes wild. Licking. Sucking. Killing me. I look behind us. He’s fisting his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Hypnotizing me. I bring a hand to my mouth, running my tongue over my palm and fingers to wet them. Twisting around, I push his hand away and wrap mine around his dick, pumping it in my fist, feeling him throb for me. It’s magic and wildness.

Ronan’s groans cut the silence in the room. I smirk as I let him go and move to kneel with my legs on either side of his body, hovering over him. I’m slick and so wet. I begin to rub myself on his hardness; back and forth, coating him with my juices as I glide my hands over my torso and tits, touching my nipples and pinching them until they are painfully hard.

The head of his cock spreads my lips and caresses my clit over and over again, lighting me like a match. When his hardness is glistening with my need, I move slightly back. “I want to taste you,” I say huskily, before leaning down and running my tongue over him, tasting myself on him. Then I suck the tip of the head while he shudders and mutters my name.

I lift my eyes and meet his as I hold him in my hand, feeling the veins pulsate in my palm before I take him all in. I want to be choked by him, to feel his thickness fill my mouth completely, and make me gag.

Moaning, Ronan places a hand on the back of my head and pushes me down to take him deeper as he begins to pump into my mouth, f*cking it hard and fast. My eyes fill with tears as I try not to gag. I pull him out, my chest rising and falling at speed. I wipe my chin with the back of my hand while trying to catch my breath.

“Time to f*ck,” I say. But Ronan surprises me when he flips me over, making me land on my stomach, and moves to straddle me.

“Yes, babe, time to f*ck.” Gripping my ass in his hands, he palms my cheeks. Spanking me once, twice, before he spreads them open. He places his cock right at my entrance, sinking shallowly, teasing me, making me beg.

Oh God, yes. Shuddering, I close my eyes. “Put it in me.”

He dips his head low and rains kisses down my spine as his cock begins to f*ck the crack of my ass. “Show me where you want me,” he breathes against my skin, before biting my shoulder so hard I cry out.

Reaching behind me, I take his wet hardness and guide him toward my entrance. “Now, Ronan. I’m going crazy,” I breathe heavily.

“Always and forever mine,” he utters, passion flowing from his voice and through his movements. And then he enters me in one deep, forceful plunge that makes the headboard slam against the wall. I gasp, not knowing whether to cry in pain or scream in ecstasy. It doesn’t matter. It’s much too beautiful to care. His cock slides in and out of me. It’s slow at first but the intensity of his thrusts can’t be denied. I feel them from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, and everywhere in between.

Then, out of nowhere, he stops moving. Desperation flows through me as I move my hips in circles, seeking my own pleasure with him still inside me, but it isn’t enough—I need him to take me. “Ronan … what are you doing to me? Please f*ck me,” I beg.