The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)
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“You are positively stunning to me.” His voice was thick with emotion.
He took her wrists and raised them over her head into a thick crop of vines. She shivered with desire as he wrapped the vines around her wrists, trapping her arms above her head. She stood naked and displayed for him, and her need became almost unbearable. It had been too long since he’d touched her, fucked her, and she wanted it now desperately.
He went down on his knees before her and looked up at her, and she recognized the soft light of love ruling his expression. He ran his hand over her ass and thighs then pushed her legs apart, placing a soft kiss into the curls of hair that hid her most intimate area from him.
He stood and stepped back and just looked at her. She could only imagine how she looked, tied to a rock, spread for his viewing, water lightly trickling over her skin. She watched as he slowly removed his jacket, placed it on a low-growing palm and unbuttoned his shirt. He came close and whispered against her ear.
“I know you have a wicked exhibitionist streak, but I feel it only fair to divulge that I rented every one of the hotel rooms behind us and secured the beach for the entire evening. I’m not saying a tourist couldn’t wander by, I’m just saying, I’m looking out for your dignity, minx.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth.
She giggled. She was breathless. She wanted him. She didn’t care about an audience or not.
“Just fuck me, please.” She smiled, but he backed away from her.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a rush. Darlin’, tonight, I’m gonna make this last.” He plopped down into the sand and just stared at her.
Oh my God.
“Don’t close your legs, minx.”
She was so horny, so in need, and he hadn’t even touched her. How was it possible to be this aroused? She knew that nothing about her reactions to the man should surprise her at this point, but they did, every single freaking time!
She stood there, staring at him, her body proudly on display for him. She licked her lower lip and breathed slow and deep. Trying to keep her calm, not knowing how long he was planning to draw this out for her. Across the lake, thousands of people were enjoying rides and shows and shops. Two ferries constantly crossed the lagoon, their white twinkle lights reflected in the otherwise black water. She could still hear the music from up the beach, and on occasion the breeze would bring the sound of a recorded message about boarding the trams.
“Are you wet, minx?” He sat there so cool and composed.
She purred. “So wet. Come see for yourself.”
A slow, easy grin spread across his face. “Soon, minx.”
He undid the buttons on his shirt while he watched her. He pulled the ends from his pants and exposed his chest. He rolled up the sleeves, one and then the other. Then he stood up. The ends of his pants were rolled back, baring his ankles and bare feet, and as he walked toward her she thought he was the damned finest-looking man she’d ever seen in either real life or fantasy life.
“Do you know what it does to me to see you like this?” He slowly moved closer. “To see you naked and displayed only for me?”
He stood directly before her. His gaze travelling down her body.
“There is so much we’ll do together, minx.” He ran his fingers over her cheek and down her throat. “Nights where you submit to me. Where I teach you the true meaning of power exchange.”
His one finger trailed her body, between her breasts, over her belly. She shivered and felt herself slipping further and further into that space where her entire world consisted only of him.
“I’m going to spank you for my pleasure.” He took a playful swat at her hip.
She yelped then dissolved into laughter.
“Do you know there are clubs all over the world like the one I took you to that night?”
He splayed his fingers over her hips and moved them down to the tops of her thighs.
“I didn’t.” She sounded breathless. She was breathless. She needed his touch and was drinking it in like water in the desert.
“Would you travel with me, minx? Let me take you to some of these places?”
A sexy, throaty laugh bubbled out of her.
He undid the button on his pants and pushed the zipper partway down, opening his pants enough that she could see he wore nothing beneath them. Dark curls of hair drew her attention, and she wanted to see more.
“I will tie you to a bed in Spain.”
He brushed the outer edge of her left breast.
“Fuck you in a fountain in France.”
He kissed her neck and whispered beside her ear.
“Make love to you as the sun comes up over a sunflower field in Italy.”
He pushed his pants down. His hardened cock instantly sprung upward and poked her in the belly. He rolled a condom over himself and aligned his cock with her opening.
“I’ll please you in ways most women will never know.” He grazed his teeth over her nipple and pushed his cock inside her farther. “And you’ll perform for me and be my little slut, but only for me.”
He softly kissed her lips as he began to slowly grind against her, his cock sliding in, filling her, then pulling out, making her needy and desperate until he would push back in again.
“And I will love and protect you until the day I die, Destiny Rhode Ramirez, only not Ramirez anymore.” He stared at her, the look in his eyes more uncertain than a moment before. “And if you’ll allow it, I’ll be there for your boys anyway they’ll let me.”
Her heart elated, she felt a tear slip down her cheek.
Ronan Kelly was everything she had ever looked for and never found. Now he was here, and he was more than she ever allowed herself to dream. Not only was he offering her everything she could imagine, but he understood her commitment to her kids, even if they were nearly full grown, she’d always be their mom, and Ronan understood that.
She pulled against the vines that had her hands tied above her head. Ronan’s hands ran the expanse of her back down to her ass. He grabbed her hips and pulled her harder onto his cock.
“Ronan, I love you.” She hadn’t planned to say it, but he was everything to her, and though this wasn’t like any kind of love she ever felt before, she realized it didn’t mean it wasn’t love. “I love you in a way…ah—”
His cock plunged deep, taking her breath. He stared into her eyes while he fucked her hard and fast, maneuvering against her body, rubbing her in the exact places she needed him to.
He reached up and fisted a hand in her hair, tugging back and biting on the curve in her neck. She moaned and panted and longed to come. He moved his other hand so his fingers manipulated her clit.
“Come for me, minx.” He moaned against her ear, and she couldn’t resist him.
She moaned, shaking with the release ricocheting through her. She felt his entire body tense, too, and knew he was coming with her. His hand pulled hard in her hair, and as he plunged into her, the stone behind her ground into her back, but none of that mattered. She wanted to explore and experience everything with him. She wanted to feel whatever he brought her, and it always went back to the same thing, with Ronan, she was safe.
When her body stopped quivering and his orgasm had crested, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her body close. His cock still resting inside her, she breathed him in, nestling her face into his shoulder.
“I understand now.” She felt tears welling in her eyes.
“What’s that, minx?” He bit her shoulder, causing a latent shiver to spiral through her.
“Love. It isn’t about jumping through hoops, and it isn’t about servitude, and it isn’t about sex or kids or how perfect I can be or how much I please you.” She looked into his eyes, the realization coming home hard. “It’s this knowing that I’m safe with you and that you’d never take everything I had emotionally…it’s—” She struggled, wanting the exact right word. “It’s this knowing that I can give you everything I am, because you give me everything you are. It’s trust and conn
ection and this intense feeling like our souls glide into one another. It’s all that and so much more, but it’s none of the things I thought before, all the things I looked for thinking that was love, it’s not…God, am I making any sense at all?”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Love shouldn’t hurt. Love shouldn’t take without giving. Love shouldn’t demand. It shouldn’t make you feel less than you are.” He brushed loose hair from her face.
Tears started to slip down her cheeks.
“It’s everything I’ve found in you.” She shrugged, laying her soul bare, but for once, knowing it was safe to do so.
He kissed her deep, his tongue stroking hers, his hand sliding along her cheek.
“I love you, too, minx. We’ll take it one day at a time and define it for ourselves. How’s that?”
“Honestly?” She smiled, never having felt so complete in all her life. “Sounds like perfection to me.”
THE END
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