Page 16 of Ronny

The way he looks down at me, I know Ronny loves me too. Somewhere, somehow, I have done something right in my life.

“I think we are just complete goners for each other.”

He grins at that. “You’re getting the idea, sweetheart.” I lean forward, kissing his scruffy cheek. He is so large, looming over me, and I know some would be terrified but I love the feeling of him pressed against me.

I lift my legs, stopping myself from wrapping them around his hips and dragging him to me. He licks his lips and my eyes follow the movement.

He growls. “I love that look on your face. Want me to kiss you, baby?” he asks me, his voice dark and sending shivers down my body.

I have an ache between my thighs, something that is so foreign, but over the years I’ve only experienced it at the thought of Ronny.

I nod. “Please,” I practically beg.

This time the kiss isn’t soft—not hesitant like before, no. This is a kiss that is claiming, letting me know exactly who I am.

His.

There is no doubt in my mind as his lips move against mine like he is making love to me, and boy do I feel like I’m burning.

My whole body is shaking, about to combust from the need for him to touch me there. My hands drift to his back, under his shirt. His muscles flex under my hands, and my nails dig into his skin, but not hard enough to scratch him.

He breaks his lips from mine. I gasp, trying to catch my breath. He tilts my head to the side, kissing his way down my neck, and the intense feeling between my legs grows.

“I have wanted to love you the way I want to love you for so long, my sweet angel,” he whispers into my ear. I clench hard, my body begging for him to enter me.

“I have been yours since the second I saw you,” I whisper back, my heart racing. It’s like a dream. “I never wanted to be owned, possessed by someone ever again. But you? I don’t have that fear, I want you to want me.”

I can see the change over his face at my words. There is no going back from what I said and for a man like Ronny. I know he has been waiting to hear this.

He licks his lips, looking down at me. “Fuck, I have wanted to hear those words for so fucking long,” he admits, and I smile, leaning forward to kiss him. The kiss heats up, with me giving back just as much as he is.

His free hand is resting on my hip, slowly drifting down my thigh, to my knee, and back up.

Frustration grows. I know he is going slow so as not to spook me, but it’s driving me insane. I can feel the wetness between my legs, coating down to my thighs.

Would it be to bold to grab his hand and place it between my legs? “I can feel you shaking,” he says, pulling his lips from mine. I take in a deep breath, trying to control myself.

“You’re scared?” he asks, his face showing his concern.

I rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “No, not scared. The opposite.” I give him a look, letting him know I’m so turned on I might die if I don’t get some relief.

He smirks. “I see.”

His eyes never leave mine, his hand sliding down my stomach and flipping the edge of my sweatpants. I can feel the cool air drifting in.

“Okay?” he asks, and I want to scream from being so overwhelmed.

“I’m okay, Ronny,” I tell him, needing him to know he can touch me without worry. “I will tell you if I’m not, okay?”

He kisses my cheek, his hand gripping the band of my sweatpants, and I pull my legs up to help him drag off my sweats, throwing them onto the floor and leaving me in my panties.

He glances up at me and I swallow hard. I lift my hips, allowing him to drag them down my legs too. I know they’re soaked, I can feel the coolness against my legs on their way down.

I throw caution to the wind and decide to be brave, so I pull my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked in front of him for the first time.

It took a long time for me to come to terms with the scars on my body, the whip marks on my back from the times I disobeyed in the cult.

Ronny’s eyes are heated.

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