Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Sasha
The noise of a half hour ago was frightening, but the silence that has followed…
I do as Ryker commanded, I’ve been pressed against the wall of the closet, hiding behind the door with a bat in my hand for what feels like forever.
But finally, I hear the door open and then close.
I tense, holding my breath as I lift the bat.
“Love,” Ryker calls. “It’s me.”
I don’t hesitate. Dropping the bat, I race out of the closet. He stands in the doorway to the bedroom, filling the opening.
I practically run across the room and vault into his arms.
He catches me up in his embrace, lifting me off the floor. I’m surrounded in his strength, and I let out a half whimper, half sob, my fear breaking as I wrap myself around him. “What happened?” I ask, my voice muffled by the fact that my face is buried in his neck.
I can’t help it. Being in his arms is where I find strength, where I’ve been finding myself and the person I want to be.
“A break-in,” he says, walking across the room. But he doesn’t go back to bed, but into the bathroom.
“A break-in?” I pull my face back then, looking at him, though he doesn’t meet my eyes. Instead, still carrying me, he flicks on the light, and then crosses to the large tub in the corner. Sitting on the edge with me in his lap, he turns on the taps. “I thought this building was locked down tight.”
“It is. Somehow, he bypassed the locks…”
“He?” But even as I ask, I know it was Sver. “What did he want?” Then I shake my head. “Never mind. Why would you know that?”
Ryker dips his head, his lips brushing against the spot where my chin meets my shoulders. “Whatever it is, I promise, I will do everything, anything to keep you safe.”
I hear the worry in his voice, but I feel the grit. The way determination hardens every muscle in his body. “I know.”
I pull his face up then, needing him to understand. In the bathroom light, I can see that his features are more haggard than I’ve ever seen. Is he worried? Exhausted?
Holding his face between my hands, I kiss his lips. “I need to tell you something.”
“What?” he asks, a muscle in his jaw ticcing.
“I love you,” I say, knowing that it’s probably a ridiculous thing to share now. But no one has ever tried to be a break wall for me, and those three words just summarize my appreciation, attraction, and commitment to him.
His hands fan out on my back and then he leans in, kissing me with a long, slow press of his mouth that is so sexy and intimate, he overwhelms me in every way.
He steals my breath as the steam rises around us, our bodies wound together. He leans back then, one of his hands coming to brush my hair back from my face. “I love you too, Sasha.”
I blink at him, my confusion evident. Of all the reactions I’d expected, that was the last one. “You don’t have to say that—”
“I don’t say anything I don’t want to say, baby.” And then he kisses me again, standing as he does.
He breaks away, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, to pull it up my thighs. It sails over my head, hitting the floor.
I’m in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. His eyes darken as his gaze slides over me. “I love how tiny you are, wife.”
“Really?” I ask even as his thumbs hook the string sides of the underwear, his large hands dwarfing my hips.
But he doesn’t answer as he bends down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasp, arching into the touch.
He does the same to the other before he straightens again. “The very first moment I saw you…” He drags the underwear down my thighs. “I knew you should be mine.”
I’ve never heard him talk about that first night we met. The night my brother took me from my father.
Is he for real? Did he really know he wanted me then? “You don’t mean—”
“I mean every word. I knew you were mine, Sasha. Some deep instinct understood you belonged with me, even if it took the rest of me time to catch up. One look at you and I just knew.”
He kisses my belly as he pulls the underwear off first one foot and then the other. I try to speak but my throat is too clogged with emotion.
I should be feeling fear. But instead, my heart swells in my chest. “Whatever else comes, I’m so thankful for this moment.” He shucks his boxer briefs down his own thighs. He’s so large that I just stare, taking him in.
Stepping out of the boxer briefs, he reaches for my hand, helping me into the tub. He turns off the water and then steps in behind me, sitting me down and pulling my back against his chest.
His arms wrap around me, his face pressing into my hair. “I’m thankful for it too, love.”
“You’re worried.”
He lets out a long breath, blowing my hair. “He won’t be back tonight.”
“I wish I knew what he wanted. Why he was here.”
“He is mine to worry about, not yours.”
I’m not so sure about that. Sver is my father’s demon, my legacy. But I don’t know how to begin thanking Ryker for taking on my problem, my burden.
I turn in his arms, my chest pressing to his as I wrap my arms around his neck. His lips find mine, the kiss as hot as the steam rising around us. Our lips slide together, our tongues tangle.
He lifts me and then resettles my body so that I’m straddling his hips.
I can feel his erection, hot and big, tucked between our bodies. I don’t mean to, but I stiffen away.
“Don’t be scared, love,” he murmurs against my lips and then slides his hand between our bodies, his middle finger brushing down my clit.
I moan into his mouth, my hips pressing down into his hand.
Last time hurt.
And I’m decent at taking pain, but I’m not exactly looking forward to it.
But his fingers are nothing but pleasure. I roll my hips, his finger swirling around my clit, pleasure throbbing in the best way.
He laces his other hand in my hair, pulling my body back as he leans forward and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I cry out as it peaks. He sucks harder, pulling as much of my breast into his mouth as he can fit, while he slides a finger inside me.
Even that feels tight, but as he works it in and out of me, the heel of his hand grinding into my clit, I can feel my flesh loosen. He must too, because he slides in a second finger.
“That feels so good,” I gasp out, my body starting to grow tight.
“My cock is going to feel even better,” he says as he pops off my boob, but then shifts over to suck the other one into his mouth.
I push against his chest, just enough to get his attention. “I’m not so sure.”
He gives me that devilish smile. “I am.”
My brows lift, even as he plants his feet on the floor of the tub, thrusting our torsos out of the water. My legs wrap around his waist, helping to balance my weight.
I look down at him in confusion, but he runs his hand up my back, cupping my neck and jaw. “The water dries up your natural lubricant,” he grunts.
I stare down at him. He isn’t really going to balance us both like this the whole time, is he?
But I lose the thought as he pulls his fingers out, the head of his cock replacing them.
I start to tense up, but his lips find mine, as his tongue teases. I relax again, even as he starts to slide inside me.
There is only the slightest discomfort, an uncomfortable stretching as he sinks deeper. “You feel so good,” he grunts, into my mouth. “So fucking good with your tight little pussy.”
His words make me so hot, I feel the flood of my own excitement.
Which only makes him sink deeper until I’m so full, I gasp at the sweet tightness. Because it doesn’t hurt now, it feels amazing.
I arch against him, even as he grabs my hips, dragging me off him before plunging back inside. He finally sits on the edge, my knees coming to rest on the tile surround.
I grab either side of the tub, leaning back and balancing myself as he pulls out and pushes in again, sending wave after wave of sparks pulsing through me.
It feels so good, but I want more of him, so I push back up, putting the weight on my knees.
Grabbing his massive shoulders, I kiss him, my tongue heavy in his mouth, pleasure radiating through my whole body.
I round my back to take as much of him as I can.
I want every bit I can take from this man.
I can feel the orgasm building, deeper and fuller than any before it.
Our bodies slide together as our hips meet over and over again.
I can barely catch my breath as every muscle grows so taut I feel like I’m about to break.
His hips pump faster and faster, his cock thrusting in and out of me with such force that I can’t think a single thought other than how much I want more.
One last thrust and my insides explode, the orgasm that rips through me so powerful, I forget to breathe as my entire body shakes through the spasms, my cries echoing off the bathroom walls.
He pushes up into me, two, three more times and then hisses in my ear, his hips jerking a last thrust before he breaks too, cumming inside me, his fingers so tight around my ass, I can barely move from their grip.
We ride out every last pulse of pleasure, before he sinks back into the water, my forehead falling to his. “Holy shit.”
He holds my head in his hands, his fingers tangling in the wet strands of my hair. “I’ll love you forever, Sasha.”
I try to blink away the fog. This thing always had an expiration date. I smile before I kiss him. Nothing would make me happier than to have his heart forever.