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“Get on the bed,” he commanded.

I bit my lip, a nervous thrill coursing through me as I climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets brushing against my skin. I turned to face him, my breath catching as he shrugged off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements unhurried, but full of purpose.

My heart raced as I watched him undo the last button of his shirt. He shrugged it off, the fabric falling to the floor with a soft whisper, revealing the hard, sculpted lines of his chest. The golden glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his skin, highlighting the strength in every inch of him.

He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, his eyes dark and filled with a promise that made my breath hitch. Slowly, he reached for his belt, the leather sliding free from the loops of his slacks with a hiss.

“Lie down,” he ordered quietly.

I hesitated for a moment, my cheeks flushing as his gaze pinned me in place. But the authority in his tone left no room for argument. I lowered myself onto the bed, the cool sheets brushing against my bare skin as I settled on my back.

Ronan moved toward me, the belt still in his hands, his expression calm, but unrelenting. He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping over me with a mixture of possession and deep adoration.

“You trust me,” he said firmly.

It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He nodded, the faintest hint of a smile curving his lips. “Good.”

He set the belt down on the nightstand, his hands brushing against my ankles as he climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and I couldn’t stop the way my body tensed as he hovered over me, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Every part of you. Your body, your mind, your heart—it’s all mine.”

I nodded, unable to form even a coherent thought as his hands slid up my thighs, his touch warm and steady.

My breath hitched as his mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear, his teeth grazing my skin before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss there. His hands moved higher, his touch sending a rush of heat coursing through me as he gripped my hips and pulled me closer.

His lips captured mine in a kiss that left me shaky and breathless. It was possessive and consuming, full of everything he hadn’t said, but didn’t need to. His hands moved to cup my face, holding me steady as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine in a way that left me gasping for air.

When he finally pulled back, I was left trembling beneath him, my heart racing.

“You complete me, my love. I don’t know what I would have done without you in my life,” he whispered.

My chest tightened, a rush of warmth flooding through me. I reached up, my fingers brushing lightly against his jaw.

“Ronan…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. What could I possibly say that would match the weight of what he’d just admitted?

He caught my hand, pressing it to his lips in a gesture so tender it made my heart ache.

“You’ve been my anchor, Kiera,” he murmured. “Even before I had the courage to admit it. Even before I let myself believe it was possible. You’ve kept me steady when everything else was chaos.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling against his skin.

“You’ve been my strength,” I whispered. “Every time I’ve felt like the world was too much, you’ve been there. Even when I didn’t want you to be. Especially then.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, and he leaned down, resting his forehead against mine. I let out a shaky breath, my hands sliding to his shoulders as I pulled him closer.

“I love you,” I said, the words spilling out without hesitation. “I love you, Ronan. Even when you drive me crazy. Even when you’re too stubborn for your own good. I love you.”

He closed his eyes briefly, as though letting the words settle over him, and when he opened them again, the tenderness in his gazewas overwhelming. “I love you too, Kiera,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”

He kissed me then, slowly, his lips conveying everything words couldn’t. His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against mine with a quiet urgency.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine again, his breath warm on my lips.

“I’mneverletting you go,” he said softly. “You’re mine, Kiera. Now and always.”

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