The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: 084: Need you

~ ROSELLE ~

In as much as I’m aware that I should be worried about what Elias said, my suppressed wolf fighting her way out, the strange healing, the heat cycle coming on, my body has other ideas.

My legs are aching from an overwhelming need. A deep, throbbing ache between my thighs that won’t let me think straight. Each subtle movement of my hips makes it worse.

Ronan walks up to me slowly, gathering me into his arms. "You’ll be fine..." he murmurs, his chin resting on top of my head, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket.

His scent, a blend of vanilla, wood, and that distinctly masculine musk that’s uniquely his, fills my lungs, making the ache between my thighs intensify.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I try to move closer into his embrace, but he shifts slightly, as though he’s trying to give me space or being careful not to hurt me. The hesitation in his touch only makes the ache inside me worse.

"I know you care for me," I whisper, looking up at him, "but I’m not going to break if you touch me, Ronan."

"Rose..." he calls me finally, his voice a hoarse whisper as his grey eyes lock onto mine. The nickname sounds like a prayer on his lips.

The intensity in his gaze steals the air from my lungs. All I see in his eyes are three things: need, desire, and hunger. He feels this too. He wants this just as much as I do.

His lips crash against mine, claiming them with a fierce desperation that steals my breath away.

It’s not gentle like those soft kisses he gives me for goodnight, I could feel the desperation as he pours in his feeling, like he’s been holding back for days and can’t anymore. His tongue slides against mine, deep and possessive, tasting every inch of me as his hands roam down my sides.

He peels my clothes off bit by bit, worshipping every newly healed inch of skin like it’s sacred. His lips trail from my mouth to the nape of my neck, grazing it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. I shiver, a soft moan escaping me as he moves lower, kissing along my collarbone, then down to my breasts.

He takes one into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around my nipple until it’s tight and aching. His hand cups the other, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak in slow, teasing circles. I arch into him, fingers weaving through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ronan..." I gasp, the pleasure shooting straight between my legs.

He moves lower, kissing down my stomach, his hands gently spreading my thighs as he settles between them. He looks up at me, eyes dark with lust but still full of love.

"Can I taste you?" he asks, voice rough. "I want to make you feel good, Rose. Let me worship you."

I nod frantically, too far gone to be shy. "Yes... please."

The first swipe of his tongue against my soaked folds makes me cry out. He licks me slowly, thoroughly, like he’s savoring every drop. His tongue circles my clit, then dips inside me, fucking me with slow, deep strokes that have my hips bucking against his face.

"Oh Goddess..." I moan, my hands fisting the sheets. The pleasure is overwhelming, hot, wet, intense. Every lap of his tongue sends sparks racing through my veins. He sucks gently on my clit, then flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes up my entire slit, groaning like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs against me, the vibration making me whimper. "So sweet. So wet for me."

His mouth is relentless, sucking, licking, devouring me like a man starved. Two fingers slide inside me, curling just right, stroking a particularl spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes while his tongue works my clit in tight circles.

The pressure builds fast, too fast. My thighs tremble around his head, my back arching off the bed as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core.

"Ronan... oh fuck, Ronan..." I moan his name like a prayer, the sound breaking as the orgasm crashes over me. It hits hard, waves of blinding pleasure ripping through me as I cum on his tongue, my walls clenching around his fingers. I cry out, body shaking, thighs squeezing his head as he keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I’m a trembling, oversensitive mess.

When I finally come down, he kisses his way back up my body, settling beside me and pulling me into his arms. His lips brush my forehead, my temple, my cheek.

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