Chapter 91: Pink Strawberry
The light in the room cast shadows over the defined lines of his abdomen, every ridge of muscle emphasized as he peeled the shirt off. His shoulders flexed, broad and powerful, as he tugged the fabric over his head, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His chest was well-built and perfectly defined, his biceps straining as he moved—powerful and unmistakably masculine. The faint scars scattered across his skin only added to his rugged appeal, telling stories of countless battles and hardships.
Riven took a deep breath. He realised that there was a new one, a newly healed wound to the side of Ronan’s body, reaching to his V-line.
Ronan’s muscles shifted under his skin as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Riven’s head, caging him in. "I hope my appearance is pleasing to the eye." He whispered.
He tilted his head, letting his lips brush against Riven’s ear as he whispered, "You used to run your hands over me whenever we were close... Remember?"
Riven bit his lip, stubbornly refusing to admit how captivated he was. Instead, he pushed at Ronan’s chest, though it was half-hearted, his palms meeting the firm, unyielding warmth of his bare skin. Ronan didn’t budge, letting Riven’s hands linger against him, almost daring him to explore.
"Don’t act so cocky," Riven muttered, trying to sound unimpressed despite how his voice wavered.
"Alright," He said in a low voice as he leaned in to meet Riven’s neck again, the very place where he had marked the wolf in front of him. "I just can’t help it when you look at me like that. It makes me want to pin you down and make sure you remember every inch of me."
He carefully took Riven’s hand and brought it near his lips. Placing a gentle kiss on his wrist, he guided his hand all the way down from his pecs to his abdominal muscles... He pulled Riven’s hand further down and made Riven open his pants with his hand.