“I wish I knew what he wanted. Why he was here.”
“He is mine to worry about, not yours.”
I’m not so sure about that. Sver is my father’s demon, my legacy. But I don’t know how to begin thanking Ryker for taking on my problem, my burden.
I turn in his arms, my chest pressing to his as I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips find mine, the kiss as hot as the steam rising around us. Our lips slide together, our tongues tangle.
He lifts me and then resettles my body so that I’m straddling his hips.
I can feel his erection, hot and big, tucked between our bodies. I don’t mean to, but I stiffen away.
“Don’t be scared, love,” he murmurs against my lips and then slides his hand between our bodies, his middle finger brushing down my clit.
I moan into his mouth, my hips pressing down into his hand.
Last time hurt.
And I’m decent at taking pain, but I’m not exactly looking forward to it.
But his fingers are nothing but pleasure. I roll my hips, his finger swirling around my clit, pleasure throbbing in the best way.
He laces his other hand in my hair, pulling my body back as he leans forward and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I cry out as it peaks. He sucks harder, pulling as much of my breast into his mouth as he can fit, while he slides a finger inside me.
Even that feels tight, but as he works it in and out of me, the heel of his hand grinding into my clit, I can feel my flesh loosen. He must too, because he slides in a second finger.
“That feels so good,” I gasp out, my body starting to grow tight.
“My cock is going to feel even better,” he says as he pops off my boob, but then shifts over to suck the other one into his mouth.
I push against his chest, just enough to get his attention. “I’m not so sure.”
He gives me that devilish smile. “I am.”
My brows lift, even as he plants his feet on the floor of the tub, thrusting our torsos out of the water. My legs wrap around his waist, helping to balance my weight.
I look down at him in confusion, but he runs his hand up my back, cupping my neck and jaw. “The water dries up your natural lubricant,” he grunts.
I stare down at him. He isn’t really going to balance us both like this the whole time, is he?
But I lose the thought as he pulls his fingers out, the head of his cock replacing them.
I start to tense up, but his lips find mine, as his tongue teases. I relax again, even as he starts to slide inside me.
There is only the slightest discomfort, an uncomfortable stretching as he sinks deeper. “You feel so good,” he grunts, into my mouth. “So fucking good with your tight little pussy.”
His words make me so hot, I feel the flood of my own excitement.
Which only makes him sink deeper until I’m so full, I gasp at the sweet tightness. Because it doesn’t hurt now, it feels amazing.
I arch against him, even as he grabs my hips, dragging me off him before plunging back inside. He finally sits on the edge, my knees coming to rest on the tile surround.
I grab either side of the tub, leaning back and balancing myself as he pulls out and pushes in again, sending wave after wave of sparks pulsing through me.
It feels so good, but I want more of him, so I push back up, putting the weight on my knees. Grabbing his massive shoulders, I kiss him, my tongue heavy in his mouth, pleasure radiating through my whole body. I round my back to take as much of him as I can. I want every bit I can take from this man.
I can feel the orgasm building, deeper and fuller than any before it.
