"Ryder," I gasp. "I'm going to—"
"Do it." He sucks hard. "Come for me."
I shatter. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me while he works me through it.
When I finally come down, he kisses his way up my body. His lips are wet when he kisses me.
"That's one," he says against my mouth. "I'm going to make you come at least two more times before I'm inside you."
He does. Takes me apart with his hands and mouth until I'm boneless and gasping. Until I'm begging for him.
When he finally strips off his clothes and rolls on a condom, I'm trembling with need.
He settles between my thighs. Notches himself at my entrance. Pauses.
"Look at me," he says.
I meet his eyes.
"I love you," he says. "And you're mine. I'm going to make sure you feel it."
Then he drives into me and I cry out at the stretch, the fullness, the way he fills me completely.
"Move," I gasp.
He does. Sets a rhythm that has me gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. He hooks my knee over his elbow, changes the angle, and hits that spot inside me.
"There," I cry.
"I know." He drives harder. "I know exactly where you need it."
"Touch yourself," he orders. "I want to feel you come around me."
I slide my hand between us. Find my clit. Circle it in time with his thrusts.
"That's it." His voice is rough. "So beautiful like this."
I'm close. So close. The pressure builds and builds.
"Ryder," I gasp. "I'm—"
"Do it." He drives harder. "Come for me."
I shatter. The orgasm rips through me. He manages three more thrusts before he follows, spilling with my name on his lips.
We collapse together. Both gasping. Sweat-slicked and trembling.
"You okay?" he asks.
"More than okay." I turn my head to look at him. "That was perfect."
He pulls out carefully. Then he's pulling me against him, tucking me into his side.
"I meant what I said," he murmurs. "You're mine. And I'm yours. Whatever challenges we face, we face them together."
"Together," I agree.
I close my eyes. Let myself sink into the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.
