I can’t answer, can only cling even more tightly to him as his touch and his warmth wrap around me, his lips finding mine again and again. Every brush of his hands, every press of his body, fills the empty places inside me, one by one, and for a moment, the world fades away, leaving just us.
“What do you want? Tell me… Anything you want. I’m yours.” he says, his lips grazing my neck.
My nails pull at his shirt and fumble at the button of his trousers and run my nails over the bare skin of his stomach, needing to feel him under my fingers. Then they travel downwards between his legs and squeeze. He’s already so fucking hard for me. I run my fingers along his length, wrapping my fist over the tip.
He curses under his breath and sucks harder on my skin before he moves his mouth to my ear. “Ohhhh, fuck. Gods, if you don’t stop that…”
I chuckle, soft and dark in his ear as I keep stroking him. “What? You’ll fuck me? Don’t make me beg, Rylan…”
He hisses when my thumb presses against the seam of his hardness. “Yes, I’m going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget your own name, forget how to breathe. Forget everything but how to beg me for more. Can you imagine how that’s going to feel?” His teeth grazes my skin, and it feels like paradise. “When I slam my cock into you without preparing you first? You’re going to spread your legs for me like a good girl, and then you’re going to feel how I’m going to stretch your sweet little pussy with my thick cock. And then I’m going to thrust over and over and over into you, fucking every last gasp, every last moan out of you. Until you’re practically weeping, begging me to let you come, until you can think of nothing but me emptying every last bit of my own orgasm inside you.”
Through it all, I stroke him, feeling him pulse and drip in my hand.
Biting my lip, I give him one last squeeze beforeI let go and press back against the way, and say, “So, do it.”
The challenge in my voice untethers him from the last of his restraint, and he grabs my ass and lifts me up so my legs wrap around his waist. Bunching my skirt up to my hips, he shoves my underwear aside and in one brutal, deep, delicious movement, plunges inside me.
The roar that emanates from him echoes all around us, and my moan matches it in intensity.
“Fuck, Eirabella. Your pussy is the most deliciously tight piece of Morath’s heaven I could ever imagine,” he growls as he grinds into me, giving me a moment to get used to his thickness.
I can’t speak; it feels like I’m filled with nothing but him. I feel myself pulsing, tensing, and stretching around him. It burns in the most addictive way.
The words finally stutter out of me. “Fuck me, Rylan… please….”
His eyes flare, and his hips retract and then thrust forward, his hardness plunging into me even deeper than the first time.
My head throws back, banging against the wall, but I barely feel it.
My hips rock in his hands as I meet his every thrust, wanting more, demanding more.
“Yes, that’s it…that’s it. Take it, take every thrust. Take my cock, just like you begged me for,” his words muffle against my throat as he takes me. “You wanted to be fucked so hard you’ll pass out? You’re going to get it.”
Yes. Yes. I could die. His words alone echo like a delicious promise in my brain, ridding all over thoughts.
Gods, if I could choose, this is exactly how I would go. In Rylan’s arms, him filling me to the hilt, my orgasm but a breath away.
His mouth finds me, and we ravage each other until we’re exchanging breath forbreath.
“When you come,mea valora, I want you to remember just who is making you feel this way. Just who is inside you, just who you belong to, understand? No one else will ever touch you this way. No one will ever feel your pussy wrapped around them, no one else will make you come apart like I will.”
I can barely nod as I feel him move his hand between us and his fingers graze my aching clit.
“Oh my gods,” I moan as his rhythm quickens the friction against my most sensitive spot to the point of no return. “I don’t want anyone else, Rylan. You’re the only one I’ve wanted like this. The only man I’ll ever want again.”
He growls at my words and bites down so hard on my shoulder, I feel him break the skin as he rams harder into me. It’s exactly what I need.
Pleasure bursts through every cell of my body, and I scream Rylan’s name as he stiffens against me, plunging into me one last time as he holds still while he pulses and empties inside me.
“Fuck, Eirabella,” the sound is almost a sob in my shoulder.
“Shhh,” I whisper, my legs clenched around his waist as he slumps against me, his breath hot against my clammy skin. We rock against each other, wringing the last of the insane orgasm from our bodies, our breaths joining as one.
Finally, pulling away, I stare at him, awed at the experience. I brush the sweaty strands of hair off his devastatingly beautiful face. “Thank you. Thank you for reminding me that I’m alive.”
“Thankyoufor bringing me back to life.”
And then he smiles, and it’s in this moment that my heart becomes forever his.
