RONIN
Ronin has no idea what he’d have done had she said anything other than yes, and he hums a note of satisfaction against her lips and tongue. Then Amalia bucks forward, the head of his cock teasingly pressed against her, and he gasps into her mouth, fingers squeezing against the underside of her thighs. The fingers in his hair and the nails against his back are like stripes of exquisite pain in the haze of all of this, Ronin breaking their kiss to lean in again and press his lips against her neck.
At the same time he finally complies, unable to hold himself back from it any longer. His frustration has been building since before she walked into their rooms, even, and now it won’t be kept at bay; arcing up and into her, Ronin buries himself in tight, sweet heat, moaning against her skin.
The Star is used to exuding a degree of romance, usually, or at the very least roguish charm, but Amalia has woken something entirely carnal within him, and he reaches out with one hand to brace it against the mirror behind her for better purchase. He’d like to say he starts off slow, but that would simply be a lie, his thrusts deep and hard and begging for more.
At the same time he finally complies, unable to hold himself back from it any longer. His frustration has been building since before she walked into their rooms, even, and now it won’t be kept at bay; arcing up and into her, Ronin buries himself in tight, sweet heat, moaning against her skin.
The Star is used to exuding a degree of romance, usually, or at the very least roguish charm, but Amalia has woken something entirely carnal within him, and he reaches out with one hand to brace it against the mirror behind her for better purchase. He’d like to say he starts off slow, but that would simply be a lie, his thrusts deep and hard and begging for more.
one more wish for you
