Page 31 of Tempted By Poison

The destruction behind his lids vanishes, carnal lust replacing it. They narrow in, and I feel his cock become firmer, pressing eagerly against me. My night shorts block the invitation, but I receive all of him.

“How could you see something that I don’t?” he asks in Portuguese, nearing his mouth an inch from mine.

I flick my tongue over the mark on his lip. “Maybe it's time you open your eyes and see it as a strength, not a weakness.”

My mouth connects with his, and I melt in a deep sigh. We watch each other as I kiss his lips again with a tenderness that makes me question who I am. I’m questioning a lot about myself tonight.

His breathing picks up, and he rocks his cock against me, pushing against me so hard that an electric sensation shoots from my clit to my belly. Within a second, his lips crash into mine, his teeth catching my lips and pulling slightly.

My pulse picks up, hammering against my bones. I moan in his mouth. “I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait another second. Please, Ronan.”

Normally, foreplay would be on my mind, but for once, it’s not present; the only thing I can think of is him finally inside of me—where he belongs. Like we’re pressed for time, our breathing picks up harsh and heavy. I hook my thumbs around my shorts at the same time as he does. I lift my hips slightly as we both yank them down, and he flings it across the room.

He grunts, going for my bralette. My body jerks from his force, and it only sparks more desire in me. I lift my arms in a rush, and he yanks it over my head, throwing them away too, the fabric skirting across the floor. Not waiting any longer, I spin around on my stomach and stick my ass up, enticing him. We’re both impatient to have each other, like we can read each other's energy, the desperation so intense, foreplay is an afterthought.

Using his knees, he parts my legs and adjusts his weight above me. Grasping his shaft, he positions the head of his smooth cock at the entrance of my pussy. “I want to take you like this, amor. I need you to feel every piece of my poison, and I need your sweet pussy dripping around my cock. Can I have you like this? Please?”

I tremble from his filthy words and the way he's begging me. I raise onto my elbows and clench the pillows. “Yes, like this.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “I can’t get pregnant.” I don't elaborate too much on it, but I feel Ronan hesitate for a second before the tip brushes my opening, tantalizing the area. He shifts again, and I can feel his breath at the nape of my neck. “I can finally have you after so long.” Then he pushes forward, slipping past my barrier, and destroying the wall I’ve built.

A cry, mixed with a sharp gasp, escapes me. I didn't get to get a look at it, but from the way he stretches me paired with the tiny sting tells me all I need to know. He bottoms out, hitting so deep no other man has ever touched me there; my mouth spreads wide as my eyes snap shut. “Oh, yes!”

A thick, throaty groan comes from Ronan, and he presses his forehead to the back of my head, digging his palms into the sheets.

With another delicious shove, he begins to fuck me with a smooth roll of his hips. It's not slow. It's not fast; it's the perfect rotation. My wetness soaks his length, his thrusts gliding in and out with ease. With every plunge, a burst of euphoric sensations stings my nerves, and goosebumps prick on my skin. It's forcing a vulnerability from my chest that I whimper out with a choking sob. “You feel so fucking good.”

He growls deeply, pressing his mouth to my hair. I raise my ass higher and the adjustment deepens his stroke. He lowers to my neck before biting down painfully. I wince with a soft moan as the sting from his bite shoots through my veins.

A low, sexy snarl rumbles in my ear as the hair from his beard scratches against my shoulder.

“Do you love how my cock feels, little snake?” He pulls away slowly, then thrusts again as his teeth clamp harder into my shoulder.

I whine, pushing back. “Yes.”

“Is it worthy enough for you?” He thrust again, the impact causing our hot skin to slap together. Another thrust, another bite.

“Oh, yes!” Flutters break free throughout my body.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

I shake my head. “No.” I need it slow and torturous. It needs to tingle down to my toes, and the way he fucks me sends pretty sparkles around my eyes in a way I’ve never experienced before. He keeps the delicious pace, rolling his muscular hips into me to give me every inch of him. The motion allows his cock to curve in me, hitting multiple spots near my G-spot. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I clench the sheets.

“I’m going to come.” So fucking soon, but I don't care. Ineedit.

He shudders above me with a shaky moan. “Yes, come all over my cock, my beautiful snake.” He propels again, dangerously slow, torturing my shoulder with his inflictions and sweet kisses.

“My bad girl.” One more bite and my pussy clenches around his soaked cock, my heartbeat quickening.

“Yes! Oh, God!”

I surprised myself by saying His name; I've never said it before, but the feeling of Ronan inside of me is so much. So fucking good. I want to shout to the rooftops. I get every last inch of him, the raw thrust of his bare cock. His thickness and how he stretches me out—it’s so perfect. I melt away as my brows lift in ecstasy, and I sigh in relief. It’s as if I’ve had my first taste of true pleasure. I’ve never had anything like it.

Ronan takes a chunk of my hair and wraps it brutally around his wrist, yanking my head back. The motion stretches my neck, causing my chest to lift from the covers. It’s so uncomfortable that I can’t even swallow properly. His mouth meets my ears with a harsh, shuddering groan.

“Say another man’s name again. I dare you,” he warns, propelling deeper inside of me without moving his hips back.

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