Chapter 18 Ryker
RYKER
Mine.
—Ryker’s Secret Thoughts
“Iwant you, Ryker.” She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and I grab her face, holding her close. Worshipping her. “I want everything.”
“Be sure, Delaney.” My gaze stays on her lips, locked on the way they tremble. On the words falling from them. “Once we cross this line, there’s no going back. You’re wearing my name and my ring. You’re going to be my wife. There’s no going back from here.”
“I’ve never been anyone’s before, Ryker.” Her eyes widen as she takes my face in her soft hands. “I’ve never let myself trust anyone enough to be theirs. Until now.”
This woman has been mine for months, whether she knew it or not.
It was always going to be us.
Today. Tomorrow. Six months from now. Sixty fucking years from now.
Mine.
I crush my lips to hers. Swallowing her moan.
Fighting for control. Not of her. Never of her. Delaney will always hold all the control.
I’m fighting for control of myself.
Forcing myself to take this slow. To not rush. To give her the time she needs.
Her nails score my skin, dragging over my abs. Tracing them. Touching them. Until she pulls back from my mouth and rips my shirt over my head, pressing herself against me.
All soft curves against my hard body.
With need coursing through me, I cup her breast in my hand, so fucking pretty, and run my thumb over her nipple, loving the way her moan vibrates against me. “So responsive, wife.”
“I’m not your wife yet,” she pants and arches into my hand. Her own hands going to the waistband of my sweats and tugging at them and my boxers. “Maybe I want a sample of what I’m signing up for before I say I do.”
“You got jokes now, Bambi?” I stand from the bed and grab my hearing aids from the nightstand and watch as she nibbles her lower lip. “I want to hear you.”
Her mouth forms the prettiest oh that goes from sweet to shocked as I shuck my sweats and boxer briefs.
Her big doe eyes grow wide as her tongue darts out, wetting her lip. “That’s not going to fit.”
Well, that’s one way to make a man feel like a god.
“Oh, it’s going to fit.” I wrap my hand around myself and stroke once before reaching inside the bag beside my nightstand and grabbing a condom.
Her long lashes flutter as she reaches for me, and I cover her hand with mine, moving it up and down my shaft.
“It’s going to fit, and it’s going to feel so fucking good, Delaney. ”
I drop a knee on the bed and lean down, taking her lips. Slower this time. Savoring her. Worshipping her. Licking the corners of her mouth. Her chin. Her neck.
Lane’s nails scrape my scalp. Along my back. Down my spine until they dig into my ass, and she brings a leg up to my hip. Rocking against me. Silently pleading, then pouting when I pull back to roll the condom on.
Needy and pliant and so damn hot.
“So pretty, Bambi.” I drag my cock up and down the length of her sex, teasing her.
Her hips press against mine. So wet. So ready.
Until she’s keening beneath me.
Until I finally push inside her.
Just the tip. Just enough.
Delaney freezes, her hold on me tightening as her eyes close.
And I drop my forehead to hers, easing in another inch.
Taking my time. Stretching her. Filling her.
Making her mine.
Delaney
“Ryker,” I gasp. “Please . . .”
Hovering over me, Ryker’s beautiful blue eyes sharpen. His muscles pulled taut with restraint.
He’s holding back.
For me.
I reach up and cup his chiseled cheek in my hand, smiling. “You’re not going to hurt me, Ryker,” I whisper, kissing one corner of his mouth, then the other before pressing my lips to his ear. “I trust you.”
“You are going to destroy me, Delaney.” His lips ghost over mine as he pushes in another tight inch, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to force myself to relax. “But what a sweet oblivion it will be.”
“Then fuck me into oblivion, Ryker,” I gasp as he pushes in further. The metal balls of his piercing drag against my inner walls, lighting up every imaginable nerve ending. The pressure inside building until I can’t breathe or think. Just feel. Him.
All of him.
Filling me. Stretching me. Worshipping me.
“Fuck, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Breathe.”
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped and suck in a heavy breath as my body vibrates around his.
Strong arms hold me close as he pushes in again slowly . . . so slowly, I could cry and scream and moan at the same time. Pleasure and pain battle for dominance, but when Ryker turns my face to his, pleasure wins.
“You’re taking me so good, Lane. This cunt was made for me.” he breathes, whispering filthy words of praise against my lips. Building me higher and higher. “Only me.”
“Ryker . . .” I moan as he pulls out again, only to push further in with each new deliciously lazy stroke.
Achingly slow.
Teasingly tender.
Like we have all the time in the world to spend lost in each other.
A lifetime apart to make up for.
“Deep breaths, baby.” His eyes stay locked on mine, searing my soul as his hips snap one more time, and my body sears and splinters, leaving me breathless and gasping.
Ryker’s lips find mine, firm and soft and utterly mesmerizing. His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine. One strong hand still resting on my pulse while the other slides down from my hip until his calloused fingers find my clit, and my back bows off the bed.
Leaving me panting and clawing with each new inch he pushes inside me and with every lazy stroke as he pulls back out. Until all I see is him . . . All I feel . . . All I want.
Until only pleasure remains.
And I want more.
I want it all.
Electricity arcs and soars between us, a white-hot heat building and blinding me. Thrumming through my veins. Dancing down my spine. Leaving me breathless and wanting.
Every hungry stroke of his tongue against mine drives me higher.
Each powerful snap of his hips bringing me closer.
Overwhelming me in a dizzying mix of agony and ecstasy.
Like I’m caught in the eye of a storm I never want to end.
I slide my hips against his, unsure what I’ll like, and lick a line up his jaw and around his ear. “Help me, Ryker. Show me what to do.”
“Jesus, Delaney,” he groans and cups my ass in his hands, lifting my hips. Dragging me over him again and again. “Does this feel good, baby?”
“So good,” I moan into his ear, clinging to him. Vibrating beneath his touch. “More.”
He rolls us over, and I gasp at the change, my body lighting up with the whole new angle.
And this man . . . this man is exquisite beneath me. His muscles straining against his skin. Black ink telling a beautiful story. One I want to trace with my tongue. And those eyes . . . My God, those eyes feel like they can see all of me. Every last piece I never thought I’d want seen.
“You are a fucking vision, Delaney.” His hands slide up my thighs, digging into my waist. I might be on top, but he’s still in control. “Show me, Lane. Show me what feels good.”
Desire like I’ve never known pounds through my body as I press my palms flat against his chest. My hair falls in a curtain around us, hiding us from the world as Ryker jackknifes up and takes my breast in his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I moan and shift my hips, desperate for relief. Searching for something—anything to sate this hunger.
My legs wrap around his waist, and my hands dig into his hair and tug the strands as his hot mouth sucks my breast. He thrusts up, hitting an entirely new spot, and my toes curl as he drives into me over and over.
I tremble beneath his touch as we find our rhythm.
His strong hands slide to the small of my back. “Your fucking cunt was made for me, baby.”
My entire body tightens with his filthy words.
Words I never thought I’d find anything but crass, I now crave.
Desperate for more.
For this.
For him.
“You like that?” he asks, his hips picking up speed. “You like knowing this pretty pussy is mine?”
I shouldn’t, but I do.
My arousal soaks our skin with each new thrust.
Each new word . . .
I practically purr as electricity courses through my body, completely lost in the moment. In the man. Unable to think or speak or process anything more than want and need.
Each drag of his cock is more delicious than the last.
Branding me.
Breaking me.
Owning me.
Saving me.
And I give myself over to it all. To him. To us.
“You like the way my cock fills you, baby? The way you’re choking me? Only ever me.”
God, yes, I want to scream. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. No sound. No words. Nothing but me gasping for air as I claw at his strong shoulders and he fucks me into oblivion.
Higher and higher until flames lick up the length of my body. Heat engulfs me, and my orgasm teases, just out of reach.
His rough finger rubs fast circles against my clit as he thrusts again, and my core tightens and clamps down. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
“So close,” I gasp, my lips grazing his ear.
And he slams his hips into mine over and over.
Not a breath of space between us.
Just Ryker and me searching for relief.
“Now, Delaney. Come now,” he demands in a deep baritone that commands my body and my heart.
And. I. Detonate.
A rainbow of color bursts behind my eyes as I come on a silent scream.
Wave after wave of soul-stealing pleasure racks my body as my dark knight comes beneath me, my name a shout from his lips into the quiet room.
I cling to him, never wanting to move as his cock pulses inside me.
My lips pressed to his jaw and my world tilted on its axis.
Knowing nothing will ever be the same.