Ronan did not mind being seen as a tyrannical lover who locked Lucien up in a sex dungeon, as some of Lucien's more avid fans exaggerated to add more oil to the fire.
It was not too far from the truth, really.
Their bedroom was practically a sex dungeon.
It almost inspired him to do what he was accused of.
Because he was helplessly addicted to Lucien's alluring, sexy body.
Every curve, every dent in his body served as deadly weapons to lure Ronan in.
Once he wrapped his slender limbs around Ronan, the Alpha was basically drowning in the deep pool of hot, scorching love for his mate.
He did not mind drowning again and again.
As long as he could pierce Lucien repeatedly with his solidified love, mold the latter's inside with his sinful desire, and coat the tender walls with his potent seeds.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.