“In that case, I will sweep you off your feet, just like it’s described in the books you read.”
“Good,” she says with sex-crazed eyes that may be both ready and willing. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”Chapter TwelveBellaHe has me in his arms, my legs on either side of him, and his hungry cock pushes against my entrance. I want this so badly, even though I feel like I hardly deserve this utter devotion.
But Ronan offers it and I take what is given.
“Oh yes,” I groan as his cock moves deeper inside me. The idea that a few days ago I was a virgin, never having felt the movement of a man inside of me is so hard to grasp because now it’s as if I’ve memorized Ronan in his entirety.
He smells like pine trees and sandalwood. It’s like he’s from the earth and I’m a new sapling he’s planted right by his side.
I am his.
“Bella, you’re everything I need,” he growls in my ear, pulling me closer. I’m nervous that I’m hurting him since his wounds are just beginning to heal, but he swears I am the best medicine. The perfect cure. The only antidote.
I choose to believe him.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as he thrusts himself deep inside me. My core awakens as if a thousand bursts of light have been turned on all at once.
I cling to him, my breasts pressed against his chest. He takes them in his hand, sucking them, then biting my neck and pushing back my hair as he licks my skin. He finds my mouth and our tongues entwine. Our bodies rocking as one as he comes hard against me.
I never want him to stop. The way his massive cock pushes inside me forces an orgasm to flood my body with more emotion than I ever expected to feel in my entire life.
“I love you, Ronan,” I moan, the words escaping without a filter.
“Oh, god,” he cries, coming hard. “I love you too, beauty, with all that I am.”
He steadies me against himself, and with my arms wrapped around his neck, our foreheads meet, and our eyes are transfixed on one another.
“I mean it,” he tells me. “I know it’s fast but—”
I cut him off. “But sometimes you just know.”
He nods. “And Bella, I know.”
“Me too,” I say, my heart hitching in my throat. This is more than getting swept-off-my-feet. This is the fairytale ending to a dream come true.
“Now,” he says with a smile. “You need to put on a dress. I have a party to take you too.”
I erupt in a fit of giggles and kiss him again.
There is so much to learn about one another but some things in life don’t need an explanation.
We are one of them.-----As I walk down the marble staircase, I feel overdressed. And I’m assuming Ronan—who I’ve only see in blue jeans and flannel shirts—won’t have dressed up for this party he wasn’t even properly invited too.
But once I see him at the foot of the stairs, in a suit and tie, my doubts fade. His long hair is pulled back, revealing his soulful eyes. The fabric of the suit stretches tightly over his broad shoulders and all I want is for him to scoop me up in his arms and hold me forever. And while the cut of the suit is fine, his rugged good looks still announce that he is wild at heart.
It’s like he really does know me.
“You look so beautiful,” he tells me, taking my hand as I reach the bottom of the staircase. He lifts my hand and twirls me around as if we truly are from a fairy tale, my yellow dress swishing as I move.
“You like it?” I ask, smoothing the fabric that reaches my knees. “My best friend Lacey made me buy it. But it might be a bit fancy.”
“It’s perfect.” He moves a hand from behind his back and reveals a red rose. “For your hair.”
I take it, smelling the richly scented blossom. “Where did you get a red rose in the dead of winter, during a snow storm?”
“There’s an indoor rose garden in the west wing.”
“I haven’t explored well enough, obviously.”
“There will be plenty of time for that.”
I smile, still unsure where all this will lead. Love in a snowstorm is one thing, but after? “I’ll be going back to school after the holidays to finish up my degree.”
“To be a teacher,” he says smiling. “See, I was listening.”
“So you were.” I tuck the rose into the bun on the top of my head.
“But I don’t know how your finishing school matters, besides the fact that it’s important.”
“We’ll last the long distance?” I ask, already knowing we will.
Ronan laughs. “Oh, Bella, we’ll last. In fact, I think we’ll become a tale as old as time.”Epilogue 1: One Year Later