Chapter 125: Be Desired
Ronan wasn’t kissing back as much as he was enduring it—and it thrilled Riven to no end. The Alpha was barely holding it together, so focused on getting them back to their room, trying not to lose control and take Riven right there, against the nearest wall, the floor, anywhere.
And Riven? He was loving every second of making him suffer.
Ronan finally reached the door to their room, his steps slower now, deliberately careful. The taste of Riven still lingered on his lips, intoxicating, maddening.
He kicked the door shut behind them with a soft thud, not wanting to break the tension with a slam. The room was dimly lit, the warm glow from a bedside candle casting dancing shadows on the walls. He didn’t say a word.
Instead, he walked to the bed and leaned forward, placing Riven gently onto the soft mattress as though he were the most precious thing in the world.
The moment Riven’s back touched the bed, he reached up, already ready to pull Ronan down with him, but Ronan stopped him with a hand on his chest. Their eyes met, and in that gaze was something wordless, something raw—hunger, yes, but also reverence.
Ronan lowered his head slowly and kissed Riven again. He felt more relaxed. He was assured that Riven did not hate him too much. And he felt an intense sensation of relief overcome him.
His lips pressed against Riven’s with a kind of worship, like he was tasting something forbidden, something he wasn’t sure he deserved but needed anyway.
Riven’s fingers curled into Ronan’s shirt, tugging lightly, urging him closer, but Ronan pulled back just enough to trail the kiss to the edge of Riven’s cheek. A gentle brush, a whisper of affection. Then another, down toward his jaw. The kisses continued lower, soft and purposeful, until his mouth found the sensitive spot just under Riven’s ear.