recall wanting anyone or anything.
His jaw ticked ruthlessly as he ground his teeth. “You don’t have to worry about that with me. You feel it, baby, you let go. You never have to hold back with me.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Trust me, you will.”
That deep voice of his was full of so much confidence, I couldn’t help but smile. Stark need embedded on his rugged face, his lips connecting with my knee—soft and wet—before they descended, but not without appreciating the journey. There wasn’t an inch of my skin he didn’t touch. A curve he didn’t explore. I’d never felt more cherished.
Worshiped.
Finally, after torturing me to the edge of my insanity, his mouth moved between my open legs, the heat of his breath tickling my fevered flesh.
“Close your eyes, baby.”
Reluctantly, I did as he said.
“Now, I want you to relax. Set your mind free and allow yourself to feel every second of this with me. Let your hands go where they want. Don’t hold back. I want you to completely let go. You with me?”
All I could do was nod, my heart beating wildly inside of my chest. He waited patiently for me to close my eyes, and once I exhaled a long, cleansing breath, his lips returned to my lower belly, but I felt the contact all the way down to the tips of toes.
I repeated his words over and over. Cleared my mind, allowing myself to feel nothing but him. His hands were steady and sure, but when his fingers slowly pulled the fabric of my panties aside, a part of me died inside.
The part that was afraid to feel pleasure.
The part that feared everything.
I let her go.
Watched her plummet into an endless black hole.
Born in its place was something better. Something beautiful. Something much stronger. Something far more than I could ever hope for.
I cried out when his lips met the juncture of my thighs, fisting the sheet beneath me, trying to anchor myself to the bed so I wouldn’t fly away. But that plan failed when his tongue finally met my flesh. I didn’t know what came over me, but it was a feeling I couldn’t deny even if I tried. Maybe it was all of those years of being caged. Maybe it was Ryker’s magic touch.
Either way, I finally felt free.
My back bowed from the bed, hips eagerly joining the fight for more of his wondrous mouth, seeking it.
Demanding it.
My fingers pierced through his hair, fisting the locks in my hand while blood coursed through my veins rapidly, screaming for release. That long forgotten pull began to build low in my tummy. He must have sensed the urgency in my touch because he dove deeper, lapping up every last bit of my inhibitions. I twisted and bucked against his mouth, falling apart beneath him, crying out his name repeatedly until my voice was weak and raw.
His warm lips pressed against my trembling inner thighs, then moved to my ribs before they found their way between my bare breasts, holding ground for what seemed like forever before finally bringing his extraordinary mouth to mine.
“That’s the way it should always be. You come first, always.”
He spent an exceptional amount of time kissing me, our tastes fusing together to create the most unique, addicting flavor. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I couldn’t stop listening to his heart beat like thunder in his chest, pounding against my ear like a raging storm.
One that calmed me and filled my veins with lightning.
I don’t remember falling asleep in his arms, but I do remember thinking I could stay there forever.
B reathe.
Thanks to the man standing on the other side of the door, it was getting easier to do. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror, still looking for some kind of miracle.
The bruises had faded quite a bit and what remained could be concealed with some light makeup, but it was still there, reminding me of the past I was trying every day to overcome. Ryker had taken me to the doctor for my follow-up visit yesterday, and after an X-ray, my cast was removed, I was put in this
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