Chapter 43: Shattering Earth

MAEVE

Ronan's lips move with almost hypnotic precision.

He lifts me up, not breaking the kiss, and I entwine my legs around his hips. He is carrying me somewhere. I can feel his muscles moving. My ass is burning under the touch of his hands. I'm weirdly aware of how close we are — only a few millimeters of clothing keeping us apart, but I knew that would not be the case for long.

His movements stop and a small whine of protest escapes my mouth as he abruptly pulls away and stands me up.

I open my eyes unwillingly and look around. We're in his bedroom. It's dark, with only the moonlight illuminating parts of it. I can see his face, his intense gaze fixed on me. I can see the same hunger in his eyes as the one consuming me, and a silent question.

Ronan is asking for my permission. It's the last chance to take a step back.

One step at a time.

So, I take one forward.

I place my lips on his in a soft kiss as I lift my hands up. I can feel his mouth twitch into a smile. Without hesitation, he takes my dress off and throws it away. He pulls me even closer, his tongue fiercely penetrating my mouth. He is devouring me like a possessed man. One hand on the back of my neck while the other traces my spine from my neck to the small of my back — over and over again. The straps of my bra fall down. I don't even notice when he unclasps it. I am goo at this point — melting under his every kiss, every touch.

There is nothing but this, us, and I want more.

I wander with my hands — from the stubble on his chiseled jaw, down on his neck and chest. He is still dressed so I slip my hand under his shirt, exploring his abs with my fingertips and slowly making my way down. I can feel his erection, pressing on my stomach through layers of fabric. But as I am close to it, Ronan stops my hand.

"Later," he says, his voice low and unyielding. He starts gently nibbling my earlobe and sparks go through my body. "Do you even know what you're doing to me?" he murmurs.

But before I can respond in any way — I'm not even sure if I'm able to with this haze in my head — Ronan pushes me.

It's a slight push, but it's enough for me to lose my balance. I land on my back on the bed with a gasp, my hair tossed all around and my breasts on full display. He looks at me for a second, his eyes getting darker with every frantic breath.

"You are so beautiful Maeve," he whispers like he cannot believe his eyes, takes a few steps and lays down on top of me. "And all mine." He adds and starts kissing me again.

It's almost animalistic — filled with passion and need. I can feel his weight pressing down on me, this sweet heaviness of his body. I move my hands, trying to get off his shirt, wanting to get closer. I need to feel him, all of him. But he just grabs my hands, puts them above my head.

I try to free myself, but he breaks the kiss and looks me deeply in the eyes. "My Luna is impatient." A smirk appears on his face and with a soft kiss on my chin he adds, "Let me savor you for a little while."

And I do.

When he is sure I won't start again, he lifts himself a little on one arm and starts caressing my jaw with his lips, his free hand holding my other cheek. His mouth traces my skin from my jaw down to my neck and next to that sweet spot behind my ear. He stops there for a little while before moving further.

He massages me with his hand. His warm touch is everywhere, learning every curve of my body. When he finally cups my breast, a little cry leaves me.

Ronan squeezes one a little, adding a little pain that only enhances the pleasure. His fingertips are drawing little circles around the areolas and pinching my nipples — one after another repeatedly. When his mouth reaches them, it is electric. I almost come when he starts sucking one while playing with the other. I am so close.

But he has other plans.

His hand starts moving again, his lips still worshiping my breasts.

My back, my ass, my inner thigh — I am not able to think, only to feel. My hips move, longing for him to move further. To be closer.

Ronan moves my panties to the side and when he finally reaches my slit, I gasp, and my body arches, pushing me to get closer to him. "Ronan," I moan out, feeling intense sparks.

"I think it's about time I remove them. They're soaked," he murmurs, satisfaction filling his voice.

Normally I would respond to his smugness, but right now he holds all the power over me. And I give it willingly.

He slips away from me and stands at the edge of the bed. My body protests silently, pushing me to move after him.

But I don't.

Instead, I move my hips up to help him discard the last piece of clothing I still have on. He smiles with approval. Now, I lie there, fully naked, as his eyes consume the view.

There is something perverse about the fact that Ronan is still fully clothed. And it gives me this weird satisfaction. Like it is the only thing keeping him at bay.

I reach for him, signaling him to come back to me, but he doesn't. He repositions me a little closer to the edge of the bed, and kneels.

"Spread them for me. I need to taste you." He whispers, grazing my thighs. And my body listens. It works like a charm and my body is ready for him to do his magic.

His thumb parts my folds and presses down on my clit and I let out a deep sigh. My body starts shivering and my hips are moving uncontrollably. I am chasing after the release I desperately need. I almost cry when his finger leaves and starts traveling further.

"Yes baby, I know. Fuck, you're so perfect, Maeve."

He thrusts his finger in and out of my pussy, while kissing my inner thigh, getting so close to my needy clit. One finger, then adds another — finding the perfect spot almost immediately. And then…

Oh, my god!

Ronan sucks my clit into his mouth, letting out a growl. His tongue works like magic and brings me right over the edge. In mere moments, I am floating on a cloud of utter bliss, moaning over and over again. I must look like a total mess, but I have never felt like this before. I am not a virgin — far from it. But that — that is something else.

Before I can even come down from the outer space of pleasure, he finally starts removing his clothes. My gaze is still blurred, but I can see his moves are frantic. In my blissful state, I can really appreciate his body — and it is far better than what I imagine. He looks like he is carved in stone. Chiseled jaw, muscular body — the healthy kind which you get from regular training, not the overly pumped. The look in his eyes saying that he is more than ready to worship me again and again.

"Liking what you see? Because I, sure as hell, can't complain."

"That makes both of us," I say with a lazy smile.

And then I look down.

My jaw almost drops. He is huge. Way bigger than I anticipated.

 "Are you ready for me?" he asks, something wicked sparkling in his eyes.

I am not sure anymore, but I am not backing down.

He takes a silver packet from his nightstand and starts to open it.

"No need, I take my shot right before the wedding. And… I am not ready to have anything between us," I say, mumbling a little.

"God, Maeve, you are perfect," he throws away the small package with a wolvish smile painted on his face. In a second, he is right on top of me, kissing on my abdomen and tracing through my breasts all the way up to my lips. The heat is rising again, and my body starts moving.

"Forgive me, but I can't hold myself for much longer. But I promise I'll make it up to you…"

"Good, because I can't wait any longer."

His kiss is hard and possessive. Without breaking it, he positions himself and finally enters. Thrusting in and out of my pussy, fast and hard. I entwine my legs around his hips and start moving at his pace. He is filling me up completely.

"You feel so good, Mave," he whispers, barely able to catch a breath. "Eyes on me, baby. I want to see them when I finally make you mine."

It doesn't take us long before we reach it together.

Ecstasy.

Nirvana.

Earth shattering pleasure I never thought was possible.

He falls on top of me, rolls to the side, and pulls me close in his warm embrace. I swing my leg over him, and we lay there like this for a long time. Both floating in our cloud of perfect bliss.

"That is…" he starts, not able to voice it out yet.

"Yeah," I agree, barely able to speak. He delicately glides his hand over my back. After a while, I look up at him. "Well, that was a hell of a step."

"Indeed, it was."

"You said something about making it up to me…"

I can see a smile rising on his face.

"Good you mention that because I am far from being done with you."