~ RONAN ~

I run a finger along the surface of the water, engrossed in the woman who reclines in the tub—my mate. Lyra’s eyes are closed, her lips parted in a blissful sigh, and a sated smile rests on her face. Despite my promise to take her into the bedroom after breakfast, I introduced her to my shower instead. I took her against the wall, thrusting into her hard and fast, driven by her soft cries and whimpers. If she had any complaints, she didn’t voice them—she clawed at ...