Chapter 78 Seventy Eight
Chapter 78 Seventy Eight
IVY POV
For a second, everything went still between us.
Even the movie screen behind us felt distant, unreal…. just light and sound fading into nothing.
Ronan didn’t move away.
Instead, he studied me like he was deciding whether to listen to my words or my silence.
Then he kissed me again.
Slower this time.
Deeper.
Less urgent, but somehow more intense, like he was trying to pull every bit of hesitation out of me and replace it with certainty.
My breath trembled as I leaned into him without thinking.
My hand slid up slightly, resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my palm… fast, just like mine.
He paused only for a second, his lips brushing mine again, softer now.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my mouth.
I should have.
I really should have.
But I didn’t.
Instead, my fingers curled slightly into his shirt, and I stayed right there… closer than I should have been, not pulling away.
Ronan didn’t wait for a response.
The moment the silence stretched between us, he kissed me again… more urgent this time, like whatever restraint he’d been holding onto finally snapped.
It wasn’t gentle anymore.
It was demanding.
His hand slid to my jaw, tilting my face toward him as if he was making sure I couldn’t look anywhere else, couldn’t think of anything except him.
My breath broke against his lips, and I felt myself lean into it before I even decided to.
The kiss deepened again, faster, messier, full of tension that had been building for too long to stay controlled.
My fingers gripped his shirt tighter, pulling him closer without thinking, like my body already knew what it wanted even if my mind was still arguing.
He responded instantly, pulling me in like there was no space left between us, like he refused to let there be.
When he finally pulled back just slightly, we were both breathing hard.
His forehead rested against mine again, his voice low and rough.
“You’re not pushing me away,” he said.
I closed my eyes for a second.
I stared at him, breathing uneven, my patience finally snapping.
“If you’re to fuck me do it … andstop teasing me,” I said quietly, my voice shaking but firm.
There was a pause.
Ronan’s eyes darkened slightly, like my words had hit something in him.
For a second, he just looked at me…really looked at me…like he was trying to decide if I meant it or if I was still fighting myself.
Then I leaned forward
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into me, kissing him again..fast, desperate, no more hesitation.
This time, there was no teasing from either of us.
Just heat.
Just urgency.
His hand tightened at my waist instantly, pulling me closer like he’d been waiting for permission that finally came too late to feel gentle.
When we finally broke apart for air, my forehead rested against his, my heart racing like it couldn’t slow down even if I tried.
Ronan’s voice was low when he spoke again.
“Now you're talking , Ivy,” he murmured. “I love your bad side.”
Ronan didn’t hesitate.
The second our lips met again, he kissed me back just as hard… like whatever restraint he had left had finally snapped fully.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me there, steadying me and pulling me closer at the same time. There was no space left between us now, no hesitation, no pretending this was anything simple.
My breath caught as I leaned into him, my fingers still gripping his shirt like I didn’t trust myself to let go.
The world outside the theater disappeared completely.
Just him.
Just this.
When he finally slowed, it wasn’t because he wanted to stop… it was because we both needed air.
His forehead rested against mine again, his breathing uneven, his voice low and rough.
“You keep doing that,” he murmured.
“Doing what?” I whispered back, still not fully steady.
Driving me nuts,” he said, his voice rougher now, like he was holding on to control by a thread.
A small, breathless laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
I tilted my head slightly, my fingers still resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my touch.
“Well,” I said softly, eyes locking with his, “maybe you deserve it.”
My voice dropped a little, bolder now.
“So shut up… and show me how crazy you are for me.”
He pulled back slowly, his breath heavy, eyes still locked on mine like he wasn’t done with me yet.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, voice low and rough. Then his tone shifted… firmer, more controlling. “Now be a good girl. Take off your clothes… I want you naked.”
I obeyed standing.
My chest rose and fell fast. My skin still burned from everything, my thoughts scattered, my body trembling with need.
My breath hitched. Heat pooled low in me, my hands trembling as I slowly began to slide off my clothes. Every movement made my skin burn under his gaze.
He stepped closer, eyes dark with hunger, and I could feel it..the way he wanted me, needed me. My chest rose and fell as I reached behind me to unclip my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
His smile widened, low and wicked. “Fuck.. You're so beautiful,” he said, voice rough, and I shivered.
His eyes never left me.
I stood there, trembling, my skin on fire under his gaze. Every nerve in my body was alive, desperate for him.
“Let’s get me naked too,” he murmured, dark and commanding. “So… I can put my mouth on those sweet boobs of yours.”
My breath hitched. Heat pooled low in me, my hands trembling as I slowly began to slide off my clothes. Every movement made my skin burn under his gaze.