Raw.
Wild.
His.
My body bent over the table, ass in the air, his hand on my cheeks and his teeth sunken into my neck.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I melted even more in his arms.
“Gods,” I breathed out, eyelids fluttering.
“Would you like that?” he muttered against my skin, a hitch in his breath that felt like hesitation.
“Yes. Please,” I hissed, capturing his lips with mine. “But now I want you inside of me.”
Those decadent, languorous dreams could become a reality another day. A promise that we would survive whatever this world threw at us next.
Today was about urgency and need.
The armory melted away as our tongues danced together more fervently.
The first kiss had been a release.
This one was demanding.
Desperate.
The small breath of space between our bodies suddenly felt like too much.
My hands slid between us, playing with his buckle like I was some innocent novice who hadn’t already felt him inside of me. I blamed it on the burning need snatching the logic away.
Ryker took pity on me and covered my hand with his, guiding my fingers. In three quick moves, his leather pants fell with a satisfying thud.
Mine joined his only a moment later.
The cool air did nothing to soothe my heated flesh. Feeling Ryker against my center did.
Despite the frantic way we tugged on each other, the second we locked eyes, a serenity took over us.
We were here.
We were alive.
We were together and making the most of it.
He pressed his forehead against mine, stuttered breath ghosting across my lips as he pushed inside of me slowly. Gently, so at odds with the craving drumming through both of us.
The softest part of me exhaled in relief as our bodies melded together.
This was truly inevitable.
The both of us, together.
I felt protected in his arms.
He felt safe in mine.
I didn’t know who broke the spell first. Maybe it was the way he kissed me, like I was the air he needed to breathe. Or how I held on tightly to his shoulders, like I would collapse without him.
