[ The words are low, barely more than a hissed breath as he takes Ronan's hips in a strong grip, dragging them up for a better angle, one that gives him a little more room to move. And he intends to move, once he's forced himself inside. He doesn't intend to stop. ]
I know you want it, Ronan. I know. I feel it. Say it.
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[ The words are low, barely more than a hissed breath as he takes Ronan's hips in a strong grip, dragging them up for a better angle, one that gives him a little more room to move. And he intends to move, once he's forced himself inside.
He doesn't intend to stop. ]
I know you want it, Ronan. I know. I feel it.
Say it.