Daddy Ro's Passionate Dominion

"It's back," I whispered as another cramp seized me. "My heat—it's starting again."

Ronan's eyes darkened instantly, something primal flashing across his usually gentle features. The transformation was so immediate that my breath caught in my throat.

"I've got you," he said, his voice dropping an octave lower than I'd ever heard it. He cupped my face between his large hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Tell me what you need, Hazel."

Another wave of heat crashed through me, making me arch my back involuntarily. "You," I gasped. "I need you, Ro."

Without hesitation, he closed the distance between us, claiming my mouth in a kiss that was nothing like the gentle ones we'd shared before. This was possessive, demanding, and so unexpectedly dominant that I whimpered against his lips.

"I'm going to take care of you," he murmured, his hands already working at the tie of my robe. "But you need to tell me if anything feels wrong. Remember the signals?"

I nodded frantically, hardly able to focus on his words as my skin began to burn. "Green, yellow, red. Two taps to pause, three to stop."

"Good girl," he praised, and the words sent a shiver down my spine.

The robe fell open, and Ronan's eyes traveled hungrily over my exposed skin. Gone was the shy, blushing boy who could barely maintain eye contact. In his place was a man who looked at me with such raw desire that I felt it like a physical touch.

"Please," I whispered, reaching for him.

He caught my wrists in one large hand, pinning them gently above my head. "Patience," he commanded softly. "I'm going to make this good for you."

The authority in his voice was startling and arousing in equal measure. This was a side of Ronan I'd never seen—confident, commanding, completely in control. And my body responded to it instantly, a fresh rush of heat pooling low in my belly.

His free hand skimmed down my body, tracing patterns across my sensitive skin. I squirmed beneath his touch, desperate for more, but he kept his movements maddeningly slow and deliberate.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, bending to press his lips to my collarbone. "So perfect."

His mouth blazed a trail down my chest, and I arched into him, seeking more contact. When his lips closed around my nipple, I cried out, my body jerking with pleasure.

"That's it," he encouraged, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me hear you."

My hands strained against his grip, wanting to touch him, to pull him closer, but he held firm. The restraint, gentle as it was, heightened every sensation. His mouth continued its torturous journey downward, and I trembled with anticipation.

When he finally settled between my thighs, I was nearly delirious with need. He looked up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire but still seeking permission.

"Please, Ro," I begged, beyond shame. "I need you so badly."

A smile curved his lips—confident, almost predatory. "Since you asked so nicely."

The first touch of his mouth against me had me crying out his name. He growled in approval, the sound vibrating through me as he worked me with his tongue. My hips bucked involuntarily, but his strong hands held me in place.

"Stay still," he ordered against my sensitive flesh. "Or I'll stop."

I froze immediately, though it took every ounce of willpower. The threat of him stopping was unbearable.

"Good girl," he murmured again, rewarding me by intensifying his attentions.

Pleasure built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter. I was so close, teetering on the edge, when suddenly he pulled away. I whimpered in protest, my body aching for release.

"Not yet," he said firmly, moving back up my body. He finally released my wrists, only to tangle his fingers in my hair, tugging gently to expose my neck. "I want to be inside you when you come."

I watched, transfixed, as he quickly shed his clothes. His body was magnificent—broad shoulders, defined muscles, perfect in every way. When he positioned himself above me, I reached for him eagerly.

"Wait," he commanded, his voice gentle but brooking no argument. "Tell me you're sure."

Despite the haze of my heat, I recognized the importance of this moment. This wasn't just physical relief—this was our bond forming, deepening, becoming permanent.

"I'm sure," I said, meeting his gaze steadily. "I want you, Ronan. All of you."

Something flickered in his eyes—a vulnerability beneath the dominance. He lowered his forehead to mine, suddenly tender. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," he confessed softly.

Then the moment passed, and the dominant Ronan returned. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts that had me gasping and begging.

"Please," I whimpered. "Please, Ro."

His lips curved in a satisfied smile. "Say it again."

"Please!"

"Not that," he growled, nipping at my earlobe. "My name. Say my name."

"Ronan," I gasped. "Please, Ronan."

With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely. I cried out at the exquisite sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. He groaned into my neck, his control visibly slipping.

"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice strained. "So tight. So perfect."

He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both gentle and unyielding. Each thrust pushed me higher, closer to the edge I so desperately sought. My nails dug into his back, urging him deeper.

"Harder," I pleaded.

His pace quickened, his movements becoming more forceful. "Like this?" he asked, his voice rough with exertion.

"Yes," I gasped. "Just like that."

The pressure was building again, that familiar tightening in my core. Ronan seemed to sense it, his hand slipping between our bodies to circle the most sensitive part of me.

"Come for me," he commanded, his eyes locked on mine. "Come for Daddy Ro."

The unexpected command, combined with the pressure of his fingers and the relentless rhythm of his hips, sent me hurtling over the edge. My release crashed through me in waves, more intense than anything I'd experienced before. I cried out his name, my body clenching around him.

"That's it," he growled, his movements becoming erratic. "Give it all to me."

He followed moments later, his powerful body tensing above me as he found his own release. As he pulsed inside me, I felt a rush of something else—a warm, golden sensation spreading through my chest, filling every empty space inside me.

The bond.

It was different from what I'd felt with Silas—more immediate, more overwhelming. An instant love so powerful it stole my breath. This was what a true bond should feel like. This was what had been missing before.

Ronan collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under my ear, gradually slowing as we both caught our breath.

"That was..." I began, unable to find words adequate enough.

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "It was."

We lay tangled together, the heat temporarily sated. I traced patterns on his chest, marveling at the new connection I could feel between us—a golden thread linking us together.

"I never expected you to be so..." I trailed off, searching for the right word.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Dominating?"

"Yeah." I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him. "Where did that come from? You're usually so quiet."

A blush crept up his neck, the shy Ronan briefly returning. "I don't know. It just felt natural with you."

Before I could respond, the bathroom door opened and Ronan slipped out, grabbing his discarded clothes. I heard the shower start a moment later.

The bedroom door opened, and Rhys stuck his head in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I hastily pulled the sheet up to cover myself.

"So," Rhys said, sauntering into the room and flopping onto the edge of the bed. "You've experienced 'The Axe' in all his glory, I see."

I raised an eyebrow. "The Axe?"

"You didn't think it was just short for his name, did you?" Rhys laughed. "No, it's what happens when he goes all beast mode—which apparently isn't just limited to fighting."

My cheeks flushed as I understood his meaning. "So that dominant side of him—"

"Is the real Ronan," Rhys confirmed. "Most people just don't get to see it. He keeps it locked down tight unless he's fighting... or apparently, in the bedroom." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "Damn, when Daddy Ro demanded you cum for him I almost came too."