KAIA’S POV
I'm alone in Ronan's chamber again, lying on his bed in the darkness. He's been at pack meetings all evening, and I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I see him. The way he looked at me during our training session. The way he promised to wait for me. The way he respects my boundaries when no one else ever has.
My body is restless, aching with a need I've never felt this strongly before.
"What's wrong with me?" I whisper to the empty room.
But I know exactly what's wrong. I want him. I want Ronan Duskmore more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
My hand drifts down my body almost without conscious thought. I close my eyes and let myself imagine what it would be like if I stopped fighting this attraction. If I let myself have what I want.
In my mind, I can see his face clearly. Those dark eyes full of desire. The way he looks at me like I'm something precious and rare.
"Ronan," I breathe his name into the darkness.
My fingers find the place where I need touch most, and I gasp at the sensation. I'm already so wet, so ready, just from thinking about him.
I imagine his hands on me instead of my own. His mouth trailing kisses across my skin. His voice whispering my name.
The pleasure builds quickly, more intense than it's ever been before. His face is right there in my mind, watching me, wanting me.
"Please," I whisper, not sure what I'm asking for.
The climax hits me like lightning, stealing my breath and making my back arch off the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I picture Ronan's eyes, dark with desire and love.
I'm still catching my breath when I hear the door open.
Panic floods through me. I quickly close my legs and try to look like I'm sleeping, but my heart is pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it.
"Kaia?" Ronan's voice is soft in the darkness.
I keep my eyes closed, trying to breathe normally. Maybe he'll think I'm asleep and leave me alone.
But then I feel the bed dip as he sits down beside me.
"I know you're awake," he says quietly.
I don't respond, still pretending to sleep.
That's when I feel his lips brush against my ankle.
"Ronan," I gasp, my eyes flying open.
"Shh," he whispers, pressing another kiss to my calf. "Just let me take care of you."
His mouth moves higher, trailing soft kisses up my leg. Each touch sends fire racing through my veins.
"What are you doing?" I breathe.
"What you need," he replies, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my knee.
My body is already on fire from what I was doing before he arrived, and his touches are making it ten times worse.
"Please," I whisper, though I'm not sure if I'm asking him to stop or continue.
His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my nightgown higher. When he sees the evidence of my arousal, he laughs softly.
"You were not sleeping, my love," he says, his voice full of knowing amusement.
I open my eyes fully and see him watching me with that predatory smile that makes my stomach flip.
Unable to help myself, I grab his face and pull him down for a kiss.
He groans against my mouth, and the sound sends another wave of heat through me.
"Are you ready?" he asks when we break apart, his breathing as ragged as mine.
I stare into his dark eyes, wanting so badly to say yes. But something holds me back.
"I don't know," I whisper honestly.
I can see the war playing out on his face - desire battling with respect for my boundaries.
He starts to pull away, but I grab his wrist.
"Don't go," I plead.
"Kaia, if you're not ready—Don't worry," he says, understanding flickering in his eyes. "Let me do something to make you feel better at ease."
Before I can ask what he means, his hand slides between my thighs.
"Oh god," I gasp as his fingers find exactly where I need them.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice strained.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please, yes."
He drives two fingers into me, and I cry out at the sensation. It's so much better than my own touch, so much more intense.
"You feel incredible," he murmurs against my ear. "So tight, so perfect."
His fingers move inside me with expert skill, finding spots that make me see stars. The pleasure is overwhelming, more than I ever imagined possible.
"Ronan," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Let go," he whispers. "Just let go for me."
The first climax hits me hard, making me arch against his hand with a cry of pure pleasure.
But he doesn't stop.
His fingers continue their magic, building me up again before I've even recovered from the first wave.
"Again," he commands softly. "Come for me again."
And I do. Over and over until I'm exhausted and shaking, my body completely boneless with satisfaction.
When I finally collapse back against the pillows, he withdraws his hand gently.
"Better?" he asks with a satisfied smile.
Instead of answering, I pull him down for another kiss, pouring all my gratitude and confusion and want into the contact.