Nyra’s POVI swallowed, my throat tight, not with fear, never with fear, but with the weight of being asked, being respected, being treated like I mattered.I shook my head.“Don’t stop,” I whispered.Something shifted in his face, relief and desire blending into something darker, deeper.He kissed me again, and this time it wasn’t just a kiss.It was a claim.His tongue pushed into my mouth, demanding, tasting every inch as his hands yanked my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside. His fingers dug into my breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs rolling over my nipples until they hardened into peaks. I moaned into his mouth, my back arching as heat pooled between my legs.Ronan broke the kiss, his breath hot against my neck. He sucked on my skin, teeth scraping, leaving red marks that would bruise by morning. “You’re mine, Nyra,” he growled, voice rough with possession. “No one else touches you. No one else even looks at you like this.”His hands moved lower, ripping at my pants, pullin
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