Riyan’s eyes met mine and his eyebrows furrowed. “Any drawings of women I found were not for academic purposes.” His gaze wandered back down tomy hips.
“Do you…do you know what to do?” I asked. Maybe the pull of the blood bond stopped short of givingdetailed instructions.
Riyan glanced up at me and the corners of his mouth turned up in an evil smile. He gently took my right hand, dragged it along my thigh, and held it above mypulsing desire.
“Show me,”he ordered.
I took in a slow, sweet breath and closed my eyes. My fingertips sparked to life and I slowly stroked myself the way I did when I was alone at night. I licked my lips and dared let a moan escape my throat as I stoked my own fire.
When I used to touch myself, I would either imagine Derrick or that handsome school guard who used to sneak Annalisa treats. But as the sensation built, I opened my eyes and found the crooked smile and tight muscles of the only man I wanted to think about as Ipleasured myself.
Riyan’s right hand wrapped around my hip. His thumb gently pushed my hand out of the way and took over with soft stroking motions of his own. I melted intohis touch.
“Like that?” he whispered. His breath kissedmy temple.
I whimpered and nodded. I gripped the blankets as my heart raced. Riyan switched from downward strokes to circles and my legs opened up even more. My breath shuddered andhe stopped.
Cruel bastard.
Riyan dropped his thumb and replaced it with the tip of his index finger, gently stroking my slit like he was knocking onthe door.
“Please,”I whispered.
“Only because you’re being so sweet to me,”Riyan replied.
Riyan eased his finger in and I whimpered. Just one of his fingers was nearly the size of two of mine, but my body not only accepted him, it beggedfor more.
“Do these happy little noises mean you like whatI’m doing?”
I hummed in assent. My muscles pulsed around him as he stroked me from the inside. My stomach clenched as pressure builtwithin me.
He leaned down and kissed me hungrily as I ground my hips in time with his hand. I gripped his strong arms to keep from spilling over too quickly. The calluses on his palm hit mejust right.
“More,” I begged into his mouth. “More,more, more.”
“Now look who doesn’t have any manners?” Riyan replied with a smirk against my lips. “I never was a gentleman, but you stopped being a lady the instant you enteredmy bed.”
“Asshole,”I whimpered.
“Oh, you’rebad,” he growled. “I’d better give you what you want before you geteven nastier.”
He eased in a second finger and lightning shot up my spine. I arched myself like a lyre as Riyan pluckedmy strings.
He picked up speed and sent me catapulting over the edge. My chest seized my breath from my throat as release rushed out of me like a rainstorm. My legs trembled, but Riyan didnot stop.
“I’m about to fucking snap,” Riyan hissed through his teeth. “You’re readyfor me.”
I found my breath and gasped. I clawed his rock-hard biceps as my lower half shook with the tremors of my climax. I took in another breath as a cry built inmy chest.
“Riyan!”I screamed.
The air shifted. Riyan’s muscles loosened. All the control he had broke inan instant.
Riyan took his hand out of me and gripped my waist so tightly I could not breathe. He picked me up and threw me onto my back in the center ofthe mattress.
Before I could get my bearings, Riyan leaped on top of me and the wooden bedframe cracked under his force. The mattress fell through the broken frame and thudded tothe floor.
My vision shook as the shattered bed hit the ground. Riyan propped up on his elbows above me. I caught a glimpse of his hungry and animalistic eyes before he dove toward my mouth. He kissed me, bit me, and stole all my air as he tasted the last drops of my screamsof ecstasy.
