"Had enough fun?"
Riven's lips parted, but no words came out.
Riven barely had a second to process the way Ronan's fingers tightened around the back of his neck before he was yanked forward, their bodies crashing together.
Then Ronan's mouth was on his.
It was a claim.
Riven let out a muffled gasp as Ronan devoured him, lips pressing firm and unrelenting against his own. There was no slow build-up, no chance to adjust—it was all heat and dominance, an overwhelming force that swallowed him whole.
The grip on his neck didn't loosen, keeping him right where Ronan wanted him. Riven shuddered as the heat from Ronan's body seeped into his own, his senses consumed by the feel of rough hands and an even rougher mouth.
Then came the teeth.
