Her soft whimper filled the dark, quiet room, the kind of sound that should’ve stopped me… but it only drove me harder. The sheets tangled around us as I thrust deep, her body trembling beneath mine, sweat slicking her skin. Every drag of my cock inside her was bliss, a claim I could never get enough of.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, my lips brushing her damp hair, my hand gripping her hip tight. “Even half–asleep, this pussy takes me like it was made for me.”
Her nails barely scratched against my chest, weak, trembling. “Ronan… I’m so tired…” she whispered, voice heavy with sleep.
I froze. Her words cut through the fog of lust, hitting something deeper. She wasn’t pulling away. She wasn’t resisting. She was just exhausted, her body begging me for mercy.
let out a ragged breath, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Shh, princess. Sleep.” One last kiss to her lips gentle, lingering, so unlike the brutal hunger that had just consumed me then I pulled out, my cock aching, my chest heaving.
Carefully I tugged the sheets higher over her body, covering the bruises I’d kissed, the skin I’d bitten. She stirred once, curling into the warmth I left behind, her breathing evening out as she drifted back into sleep.
I lingered, watching her for a long moment, my chest tightening. Fuck, she was mine. All of her. Still she needed rest, not me using her until she broke. I had to remind myself of that before I hurt her.
She looked so peaceful sleeping unlike the moment when she was chasing after Cassius, then she had been scared. I had guessed instantly that her secret was out. Cassius had discovered it. I had never seen her that scared and witnessing her in that state, I just could not stop myself. Not even wanting to, I ended up revealing the side of myself that could break her and scare her away from me but she was strong. Too strong.
“Sleep tight,” I kissed her soft red cheek.
With a final brush of my fingers over her cheek, I slid off the bed.
I tugged on my pants, leaving my chest bare, and exited the room. The air outside was cooler, sobering, but my cock still strained against the fabric, my body still wound tight.
And there stood Asher right across my room. Leaning against the wall and smoking.
Our gazes locked. He glanced at my bare chest, then at the state I was in, and his jaw tightened.
“Did you call me here just to let me hear your midnight feast?” Asher asked, his voice slicing through the corridor.
Chapter 194 The Midnight Feast
“I did not mean to. Did you get hard on it?” I smirked and plucked the cigarette from his fingers, setting it between my lips.
He watched me with an odd, restrained look. “I don’t make a hobby of listening to other people’s moans,” he said, flicking ash onto the flagstones. “Especially when it is someone I
had a crush on.”
A heavy silence settled between us. Even knowing Seraphina was my mate did not stop him from admitting what he felt. That’s how he was. Blunt behind that mask he put in front of her.
“I will kill you if you so much as lay eyes on her. She is my mate,” I said, breathing in smoke like it steadied the words.
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