Page 110 of Tempted By Poison
Ronan takes my hand, guiding us out of the party, his steps are more of stride. I don’t pull away, even though the students and teachers are around. I think we’re on our own mission with only one purpose. Tonight, I'm stepping under the dark cloud with the devil himself. Raising our own pit of fire.
Tonight, I’m forgetting about everything else, and finally allowing myself to enjoy the idea ofliving.
My heart continues to race like a river of fire, the unknown of where the fire will burn to just that it’s roaring with a ferocious flame. My hand is clenched around his gift that I thought very hard on. I don't know if he’ll like it, but I thought of it with my heart's intent.
He leads me out to the dark halls, my steps nearly skipping, that's how powerful his pull is.
We end up at double doors down away from the party, the music only a backdrop to my heeled taps on the floor.
Suddenly, he swings me around, forcing me against the wall and crushes his mouth hard against mine. It’s not soft and sweet. It’s ravenous, destructive, outright violating, and my mouth accepts it all, the blood is surging under his aggression. We both release a shuddering sigh, the yearning grown into full bonfire blaze.
His hands find my neck as mine stay slump beside me. I feel so weak that if he wasn’t pressing me against this wall and gripping me, I would collapse on him.
I moan again as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, sweeping over every part and groove of mine. I return the favor by twisting my slick tongue and spit, mixing it with his. Trembles fold over every corner of my body and down to my toes as he pushes his thick dick against my pubic bone.
He pulls his lips away, the string of our saliva glistening under the flashing strobe lights.
A throaty groan pours from him, licking away our spit trail and landing back on my lips, then to my chin and neck. My eyes flutter closed as I tip my head against the wall to allow him more room to devour me. I want more of his bruises, I need him to mark my body and show me I’m all his.
One strong hand cups my nape while the other holds my waist.
I gasp with a whimper as he does exactly that and brands me with his teeth. The pain mixed with tickling pleasure builds up down below.
“Yes.” I moan. A flood of hot arousal takes over between my thighs, and I’m aching for him to touch my spot and fuck me with his fingers.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” He growls through the onslaught of his bites.
He covers each burning print he’s inflicted with delicate kisses that line up to my jawline again.
We kiss again before he breaks us apart with a heavy breath. He looks at me with lust-filled eyes. “Come on.”
I follow, allowing him to take my hand and lead me away. My mind is in a trance, so utterly consumed by him that I would let him lead me to a dungeon without any resilience.
“Put this on,” he says, removing his jacket once we reach the back entrance. I don't fight it. Ronan pulls the jacket over my shoulders, his manly scent engulfing me. After I straighten myself up, our hands clasp again as we walk through the double doors. The crispy air blankets my face, the chills stinging my cheeks instantly.
The wilted leaves crunch under our shoes as he takes me further in, the path turns into a forest of beautiful lights. My lips part in amazement as the tiny yellow fixtures glisten over us. The fairy lights wrap around an archway that meets the opening trail to more lantern lights on the sides that dips off down the dark road.
Emotions well up in my chest, but I’m afraid if a tear falls, the liquid may turn into ice. I’m sure these lights were not here before, I’m positive they don’t light the woods up like it’s a magical tunnel for lovers to stroll down. That would only mean thathedid this.
There are many beautiful things in this world over the corruption, but this isn't beauty, it's the work of a man who wants to please me.Me.
A carousel of more flapping flutters shoots up from my belly and to my tingling heart like a sunset over the horizon.
“Ronan,” I call to him with a halt to my steps. A shiver runs up my dress from the whirling wind. He turns around with our arms still stretched. Another twist and spark vibrates in me once he looks at me with those honey eyes.
“Did you do this?” I ask softly. I already figured out the answer, but I want to hear him say it.
He straightens his shoulders to face me, his eyes dipping to the ground then shifting back to me. The hovering lights glow softly, just enough for me to make out his entire beautiful face.
“Yes. With a lot of help from Mal.” He grins slightly, his dimple appearing. It’s a boyish expression I rarely get to experience. And it’s damn hot.
Before I can ask any more questions, he nods his head toward the front. “Come. Let’s get you out of this weather.”
We continue down until we come to a beautiful one-story home. Black plates and layers surround some sides of the house, with black pillars connecting to the porch and roof, and the rest is covered in glass.
A glass house.
