Page 79 of Come Here and Kiss Me

Ronan Wolf has always been my soul mate.

Our lips move like they’re made for one another. Full of desperation and urgency, desire and hunger, fighting our past and demons and our way back to each other. I can hear the pounding of his heartbeat and feel the thrumming of his pulse quickening with a rhythmic, alluring sound that both soothes and controls me in ways I never want to stop. Not for one second.

It’s maddening.

Controlling.

Everything I crave it to be.

His lips move from mine, descending down my neck—pecking, nipping, licking. My head extends back even though I whimper at the loss of his mouth against mine.

It’s slow and instinctual.

Further surrendering to his touch, to his love, to the man who owns my heart and soul.

“Ro… please kiss me again.”

He eyes me with a predatory regard. “I will.” He grins. “But first, I’m going to kiss your pussy.”

Roughly gripping my thighs, he slides my ass down to the edge of the bed where he tears off my panties and dress next. Once I’m naked, he drops to the floor and sucks my clit into his mouth. My head falls back, and my back arches from the intense pleasure.

I gasp a heady breath, turned on but also startled by his aggressive gesture. He takes his time with me. Just the way I love. Inch by inch, leaving me breathless beneath him, working me into a frenzy.

Kissing.

Licking.

Fucking me with his skilled tongue.

“Beg me, kitten. Beg me to make you come.”

I sit up on my elbows and plead, “Please…” He causes my back to arch when he does exactly what I ask.

I explode, coming so hard that I’m lightheaded.

“Ronan…” I purr his name, fisting my hand in his hair.

“Whose pussy is this, Brooklyn? Who owns every last part of you?”

I moan in response.

“Tell me? Tell me who you fucking belong to?” he demands, standing above my body.

I watch as he throws off his shirt and unbuttons his slacks, pulling out his huge, hard cock.

He gives me a devious smile, looking utterly delicious. “Now answer my question.”

Placing his shaft along my opening, he coats the tip with my wetness and parts my lips. Slowly and deliberately swaying up and down, he knows my clit’s still sensitive from his relentless tongue.

“You,” I say.

In one hard thrust, he’s deep inside me. My nails dig into the comforter as the mix of pain and pleasure races through my entire body and lights every nerve ending on fire.

“Fuck me,” he growls.

My hands fist the comforter in knots while he slams in and out of me.

With each moan that escapes my lips.

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