He clicked his tongue in admonishment. “Partner.” Rhyan’s face was contorted into the stern expression he’dused for training me at the Soturion Academy. The cold, indifferent face of apprentice Rhyan. Though his eyes were the same as always, blazingly beautiful, and full of a desperate hungry desire, even as he shook his head. “You broke the rules. Now I have to stop.”
I glared up at him. “I don’t think you mean that.”
“Don’t you now?” His voice was dangerously low, a feral growl underlying every syllable. “What are you going to do about it?”
Without warning, I bucked, my legs kicking up, feet locking around him. He collapsed onto me as I trapped him within my arms and legs, flipping him onto his back.
“This,” I said, breathlessly, and straddled his hips. I’d landed right where I’d needed to be, my center lined up perfectly over his length which was straining against his sleep pants.
Rhyan’s groans of pleasure echoed against the cave walls.
My lips curled. “Now who’s breaking the rules?”
His chest heaved as he stared up at me, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Fuck. I keep forgetting how much stronger you are now.” He rolled his hips up, pushing into me, and I stifled a moan. “You ready for me, partner?” Rhyan reached for the waistband of my pants—his pants—and my underwear, tugging them forward. “Am I going to find you wet beneath these?”
“Why don’t you fuck me,” I growled, “and find out.”
I was soaked with my desire. I didn’t need anything else. Just him inside of me. I needed to feel every inch of him driving into me so I could forget, so I could feel something else. So this fury didn’t consume me.
With a grunt, he jerked my pants down my ass. The cold air from the cave hit my exposed skin as I frantically pulled at his waistband, pushing it below his hips. Rhyan’s cock sprang free, the head already beaded with the evidence of hisdesire. Wrapping my hand around him, I drew the moisture down his thick length.
“Lift your hips for me, Lyr,” he hissed.
I did, my weight on my knees as I hovered over him. Immediately he was tugging my pants and underwear down one leg. I reached back to help, managing to wiggle my right foot out. Rhyan pushed the remaining fabric to the side. My sex lined up with his, as he gripped my hips, sliding me against him.
“So fucking wet.” He gritted his teeth as I coated him with my arousal.
I leaned forward and whimpered into his mouth, the head of his cock pressed right to my core. My hand rested on his shoulder, as the other slid up and down his length between us. Then I lifted my hips higher, lining us up. Our eyes met and I gasped as he slid in, and in, and in.
My forehead pressed against his, sweat beading as my eyes squeezed shut. I stifled a groan, my hips slowly settling down onto his.
I gritted my teeth.
“Lyr? You okay?” he asked breathlessly, kissing the corner of my lips, even as he was struggling to remain still. “We haven’t done it this way yet.”
I hissed, but nodded, gently wiggling my hips, as my body adjusted. It almost felt like the first time he was inside me. But I could already feel him stretching me, my body remembering how to accommodate him. I sat up, rocking back and forth, stifling a whine. I was taking so much of him like this, taking him deeper than I ever had, but within seconds, I was moving over him.
“There you go,” he growled in approval. “There you fucking go.”
He thrust up into me, his eyes locked with mine as we found our rhythm, our hands clasping at my hips as I rode him, biting back every moan that tried to escape.
The pleasure began to tighten low in my belly almost instantly, the sensation of him inside me, against me, beneath me was overwhelming. I started panting, my body growing more and more desperate for release. It was too much. Too good. I bit down on my lip, whimpering helplessly as I rode a crest of pleasure and then another.
I was so close, so fucking close to the edge.
And then Rhyan wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me down against his chest, my sleep shirt riding up. I was immobile, helpless in his arms as he began pounding up into me, every part of him touching me exactly where I needed.
“Fuck,” he snarled in my ear. “Fuck, Lyr.”
I mewled desperately as another wave took me.
His hold on me tightened as I began to clench around him, on the verge of screaming.
“Are you going to come?” he growled. “Are you going to fucking come?”
“Yes … Yes!”
“Bite my shoulder,” he ordered.
