His raging hard cock is still sandwiched between our bodies, at least until it isn’t. He picks me up and the next thing I know, I’ve got ten inches of Ronan shoved inside of me. I cry out against him, and he feeds off of it, sucking his own choice of poison from the hollow in my throat. The taste of my skin is what gets him off. Being inside of me. Owning me. He drinks from me and gives me another lethal injection of his brand of narcotic.
