A sharp sound tears from her throat. As a hard contraction begins, her fingers dig into my chest.
“God. Gaaaah,” she pants, her nails biting more into my chest, my shoulders. The fresh bite of pain lighting me up.
I groan, unable to stop the throbbing heat building in my cock. “Right here, baby. Let’s go together.”
Her search for release has her grinding hard on me and I take over with my thumb, taking her moans into my throat.
I’m getting bigger and harder. Blood throbbing to every far reaching inch of my body. Every stroke into that tight clench driving me closer and closer to a cliff.
“Oh!” She shouts. “Oh. Oh. Ohmygodohmygod,” Her shout turns to a growl, her fingers flinching against me, the jolt of her hips, crushes my thumb between us as her clit begins to pulse wildly.
“That’s it,” I growl, rearing up, to crush her to me. “Give it all to me.”
That’s when she unspools, a sharp, biting cry coming from her throat, her eyes finding mine as she pants. Her hands clenching against my chest.
All the fear and desperation of our night in the forest rises up behind her gaze and releases. She folds, collapsing into me, shoulders shaking as she cries.
“Let it all go, baby. Right here. I’ve got you.”
“You have to come,” she whispers, shaky and hoarse. Then she moves, shifts that tight, slick ride, making me pant. “I need to feel you letting go too.”
My head falls back and we move together, my thoughts fragmenting as the primal need to get as deep as I can takes over.
She whispers, “That’s so good. So. So good.”
A rough shout barks out of me. And I’m up and moving with her thighs tight around my hips.
Water goes everywhere and I take us down to the bathroom floor. A dark, dangerous animal in me taking over.
“I love you,” she whispers as I nail her to the floor.
Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I thrust in hard. Taking her mouth roughly. She moves under me, her heels hooking into the back of my thighs and my control shatters.
I’m fucking her on the floor.
It’s wrong.
“I love you. Just like this,” she whispers hoarsely.
Lightning cracks through me and I slam deep, dropping my weight on her, crushing her to me in arms that grip too hard.
“Ah, god,” I growl, and then I can’t speak or breathe. The tsunami of my release bypasses all my senses. Short circuits my brain. Blacks my vision, as I drive her across the wet tile floor until I collapse.
CHAPTER 25
I guess I expected Ryker to be in bed when I woke up. Instead, the evening sun is glowing orange outside the thick windows, and June is snuggled against my back.
When I stretch, muscles protest from all the running and hiking we did in the forest. But other places are pleasantly sore from Ryker’s rough love.
Yawning, I sit up and June perks up immediately. Bright eyes trained on me, waiting for a cue.
If I have to wake up without Ryker, at least June is here.
“Have you eaten?” I ask her, smoothing my hand over her head.
When she just looks at me, I ask, “Food?”
That earns a fast wag.
