“Tell me if it’s too much, Little Trouble. I don’t want to break you.”
“I’m not made of glass,” I mumble, gripping the tree tighter and trying to adjust to his size.
He shows no mercy, pounding into me with force, driving himself deeper with each thrust. His guttural cries mix with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his hands gripping my hips tight.
My hands scrape against the tree bark as I struggle to hold myself in place while he uses my body, and I love every second of it.
I feel worshipped. Needed. As if he can’t live without me, as if he’ll fall apart if I don’t give myself to him.
He’s in control of my body, but I hold complete power over him. Every nerve ending inside me is on fire, responding to his touch. I’ve never been more alive.
The sound of our coupling echoes through the trees, mingling with our heavy breaths and the patter of rain.
“Now,” he calls out, “Let go, Little Trouble. Milk me.” He reaches between my legs and slaps my clit hard. The sudden pain makes me scream, and I come undone, my inner walls clenching around him with intense force. My entire body shakes with the force of my orgasm.
“Yes. Just like that. Come on my cock,” Ryder growls, thrusting into me a few more times before he releases inside me.
“Fuck, Cora, fuck,” he shudders behind me, still moving inside me until he finally stills, and all that is heard is ourheavy panting.
“Want to know something?” he asks after a while, his breath hot against my ear.
“What?”
“Feeling you come around me just became my new favorite thing.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me upright, tilting my head to the side while he’s still inside me. “By a long shot.” He leans down and kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth.
He tastes of rain and the strawberries we ate earlier, a heady combination that makes my head spin.
“How are you still hard?” I whisper after he breaks the kiss.
“Because I’m not done with you yet.” He rolls his hips, making me gasp. “But we’re outside, in the rain.” He pulls out of me, readjusting my dress.
When I turn to face him, he’s already zipped up his pants. “Come on.” He holds out his hand. “Let’s get you dry. We don’t want you catching a cold.”
As we make our way back to the room, we ignore the curious glances thrown our way. I suppose I’d stare, too, if I saw two people dripping wet and looking like they’d just had sex.
Ryder holds my hand, pulling me along. “Come on. Move faster. I need you naked and on my face.”
My eyes widen in shock. “What?”
He tugs me into the elevator and repeatedly jabs the button. “I said to hurry up.”
“No. What did you say just now?”
“That I need you naked on my face?”
“Yeah, that.” My cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Oh, Little Trouble,I’m going to devour you like you’ve never been devoured before.”
The elevator doors open, and we rush to our room. Ryder opens the door, leaving me in the empty hallway for a moment while he scans the room.
Then he pulls me inside, slamming the door behind me. He presses me against it, his large body flush against mine. I’m trapped between him and the door, my heart racing with anticipation.
He grabs my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I stand before him, breathless, in a blush pink lace set, and his eyes rake over me.
He smiles, predatory and hungry. “Oh baby, I’m going to enjoy you so much. But first, let’s get you clean and dry.” He leaves me and walks to the shower.
I lean against the door, not sure my legs can support me. What the hell have I done? It’s like I unleashed a monster.
