Page 19 of Demon Rider

And just like that, the world tilts, when he dives back in. His skillful tongue lapping at my clit, teeth nipping just enough to make pleasure course through me. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer, grounding me, keeping me just where he wants me.

Everything inside me feels like it’s reaching for him. like he was the one to save me.

I whisper his name, barely a sound, but he hears it. A growl letting me know that he can. My body sets of fireworks as my orgasm takes over, his name on my lips, my heart hammering in my chest.

Nothing has ever felt like this.

Trying to catch my breath, Tyson moves up my body, a devilish grin on his handsome face. his lips press to mine, my own essence on my tongue from his.

With my arms around him, he kisses me harder like he is trying to burrow under my skin and bones. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark orbs, with a gold lining, and something passes between us. Something that I cannot explain.

With one hand cupping my jaw, his thumbs soothing over my heated cheek, he looks like he wants to speak, but I cut him off. knowing that Tyson wants to keep me, and after what I have been through, I need to know what this is.

“Are you going break me?” I whisper.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m gonna build you back up. Piece by piece. Claim every part of you, right here where you belong.”

He moves off me, laying at my side, his hand slides up my spine, pulling me closer until our bodies fit like they were made to.

“I am not sure what is happening between us, Tyson, but I feel like I know you, lie known you all of my life.” his breath catches at my words. “How can that be?”

He is quiet after my words, his breathing even, but I know he is not sleeping, his fingers trailing over hip tells me that. This feeling between us is confusing but at the same time it feels new, exciting.

“Life works in ways where we have to just roll with it, but some are planned for us.”

“Like fate.” I jump in.

His fingers flex tightly, on my butt cheek.

“Yeah. Like fate. The Fated Gods, see shit that we don’t, but they place people in each other paths so they meet. It could be for a specific reason, or simply because love drew them there. We don’t know.”

“Do you believe in fate, Ty?” my voice is soft, full of wonder, because I have always bene fascinated by romance books where the characters are fated mates.

“I do, baby. I believe that we meet that one person who is meant for us.”

“Good.” I reply, his words settling something inside of me.

“Kristina, there are things about me you do not know yet, but you need to know.”

I shoot up, my eyes narrowed on him, as he lays relaxed under me.

“Are you married? Have a girlfriend?”

He laughs, his head tilts back, exposing his strong neck to me. The tendons pull, the way his Adams apple moves with the sound of his laughter, makes my pussy clench. Can a neck be sexy?

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

I push off him, not happy that he is laughing at me, but his arms tightening stopping my movement.

“Stay. I am not married, or have a girlfriend. But I am attached to someone.” I gasp, and try to push against his hold. “Enough.” This time he snaps at me.

My body freezes from his tone. I glare down at him, I will not be a walkover, and he will not speak to me like that.

“Watch you tone, Tyson.” I growl, which makes his smirk, and not mad at me.

“Fuck, I love the fire still in you.” I try to move again, which earns me a growl. “I am attached to someone, baby. Someone who was meant for me, who fits perfectly. That person was put in my path for a reason, Kristina.”

My breath hitches, as I look down at him, he smiles, his eyes going black again with that rim of gold. Something is not all human with Tyson, that I am certain.