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.
