Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
I need to feel him, every way I’m able.
After a few steps, Ryker sets me gently onto the bed and crawls over me, his clothes shifting with his bunching muscles. He kisses me again, holding me to the blankets and licking his way down my neck, down and down until he can push the hem of my dress up to my waist, then higher. He lifts me half off the pillows to pull it over my head. Every nerve ending is on fire with need. Every light touch brings desire.
In moments, I am bare to him. And I love it. I need him. I need this.
“Idalis,” Ryker says, his voice so low it could be an earthquake. He rakes dark eyes over my skin and follows them with his fingers, sliding the pads of his thumbs under the curves of my breasts and over my nipples. I arch on the blankets when he bends to breathe onto the sensitive peaks, and when he licks them—
I lose all sense of time and place. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever known. He kisses down my belly to the soft flesh between my thighs. The first lap of his tongue over my clit forces me to call out his name. I clench the sheets beneath me as my thighs tremble from the pleasure.
Ryker does not let up. He licks a shaking, shuddering orgasm from me, then seems to go wild for my arousal on his tongue, lapping and sucking and teasing for so long that my thighs begin to shake in a way I cannot stop.
“Fucking delicious,” he growls and would lick me again if I did not pull him up from between my thighs, begging as I do it.
“Ryker,” I gasp. “Ryker, please. Please. I need you.”
Ryker rips his clothes off his body as quickly as possible while kissing over my heated skin. He pushes my thighs apart and I feel a moment of nervousness as he kneels between them. Time slows and all I can hear is our shared breathing.
But then he drags the head of his cock over my clit and down to my opening.
“Oh—” My lips part and I hold my breath with a small whimper.
At this sound he gathers me into his arms and turns us over so I am settled in his lap, his back against the wall. He pulls my face to his and shushes me while he grips my hips and guides me into position. My hands find his chest and I love the touch.
“Whatever pace you need,” he tells me. It’s obvious he’s holding himself back. His breathing chaotic, his gaze sharp, and his eyes nearly gold as I stare deeply into them.
His eyes are filled with wanting. He needs this so much. I can taste it in the air. I feel no fear when the head of his cock nudges against my opening. I feel only desire. I rock my hips slightly down and the stretch stings with a hint of pain but also pleasure.
“Take me in,” Ryker murmurs and guides me down. His lips find the crook of my neck and my head falls back. Slowly, I move. “Ryker,” I cry out softly and his lips catch mine.
I gasp at the size of him, and the stretch, and the sensation of my body opening for him. He rubs my clit as I sink down, sending new shocks of pleasure around my hips and down to my toes. I take him slowly because I must, but it feels more and more urgent with every inch that he be as deep inside me as he can get.
Finally, we are skin to skin, and I rock my hips, letting out a desperate moan. My clit brushes against him and I need more. The sensation is so much and still not enough.
“Fuck me, Ryker. Please fuck me.”
Ryker growls, full-throated and loud, and helps me ride him, his grip on my hips moving me up and down but mostly closer, grinding us together, chasing his pleasure and mine until I do not think I can come again.
I still as the pleasure builds but he keeps me moving. The heat grows and my toes curl. I cry out his name as I reach my climax and come undone. He rides through my orgasm, sending me higher and higher. My head thrashes, I don’t know if I can take any more but his kisses silence my fears and I come again. Violently. I scream his name against his lips.
Then he pulls me down flush against him, crushes his lips to mine, and comes with a cry that’s almost a howl, spilling heat inside me.
I slump against him, panting, and he puts his arms around me. I can feel his pulse where we touch. My heart beating against his.
I do not know how long we rest, silent, before I find the strength to push myself upright and look into Ryker’s eyes.