In a lusty cloud that’s him.
‘You’re going to feel me for days,’ he threatens.
A shot of panic jolts my nervous system, though I know he’ll make it hurt so good.
My heart constricts, feeling so full I might burst. He thrusts his hips and I cry out as he slides inside me, inch by torturous inch. I look over my shoulder and see a rakish grin cross his lips. He reaches for the brush beside me and presses it into my hand, then moves the textured paper so it’s laid out in front of me.
‘Paint while I fuck you.’
‘Ryker?’ I plead.
‘Paint while I fuck you,’ he repeats.
The moonlight spills across his brutally beautiful face. He meets my gaze, holding it as he thrusts harshly, all the way to the hilt, making me whimper through the torment.
‘You want more?’ he teases.
‘Yes. Please, Ryker I—’
‘Then paint. If you stop, I stop.’
I wiggle my hips, calling his bluff, searching for more, but he keeps still. I focus on the artwork in front of me. The stroke I make comes out shaky.
‘I can’t focus when you’re doing that.’
‘You can,’ he challenges, pulling out to slowly slide back in. I mewl, struggling to see past the pleasure, but I don’t dare stop. I paint.
I match his rhythm, creating beautiful strokes matching and bringing life to the ones he makes inside me. He doesn’t allow me time to adjust. My pussy is stretched to its limits as pleasure bites through the pain. He thrusts hard, pounding into me, ruining me like he promised. The sound of our slapping skin echoes in the air. My fingernails scrape along the edge of the table as I hang on. I’m sweating, shaking, lost to the sensation then overcome by a euphoric haze. My body spasms with intense waves of satisfaction as my walls squeeze his thick cock.
‘Oh, god,’ I cry into the table that smells of paint and clay, but in the air there’s us. The scents mixing to create something entirely new and addictive.
‘That’s it, baby.’ Thrust. ‘We’re a fucking masterpiece.’ Thrust.
Fire blooms in my belly, tightening with my orgasm. My entire body trembles and I’m sure I’ll explode in a thousand pleasurable sparks. I push the paper away and press my face back into the rough table, closing my eyes.
‘Ryker,’ I moan, the sound muffled.
I meet him thrust for thrust, bouncing my ass and rolling my hips. Enjoying everything my monster wrenches out of me.
His fingers thread through my hair, gripping the roots before he pulls me upright. He bites into my neck and fucks me with everything he has, not holding back and neither of us being quiet.
Here, in my sanctuary. All night long.
Chapter 29
Gianna
PRESENT
‘No crotch rocket today?’ I tease.
Ryker closes the door to the glossy black Raptor he’s rolled into the garage, claiming he wants the paint brightened. It doesn’t need any detailing. It’s perfect. But I inspect the vehicle anyway, peeking my head through the open window to look over the interior. My eyes close as I inhale.
God, I love that scent.
A warm, Ryker hug of bergamot, leather and wood.
I open the door and sit, wrapped in a nostalgic hug, as Ryker takes the driver’s seat.
