#Chapter57
And yeah, that lasted a whole five seconds before Raven gave up humouring him and decided it was time to show him who was boss.
Surging forward in a powerful display, commandeering the show and slamming Ronan's shoulder's into the mattress, grinding his body close, the feel of his hardness pressing through their clothes and rubbing up real close, Raven's expression was unreadable.
And for a split second, that scared him. For a split second, common sense almost made a reappearance.
/"You are so . . ../" Cut off by a sublime moan, Raven's eyes closed. Those lips, those immoral lips, they parted once more and a shudder racked his body. Ronan moaned in harmony, the sensation transferring. Or maybe it was the way one of his birdie's hands slipped beneath his neck, cradling the nape and forcing his head from the bed.
