Chapter 81
CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
Ellery
When his tongue prodded my lips, they parted to his invasion. His tongue teased mine before demanding more; I met his urgency as I rubbed against his rigid cock, and wetness pooled between my thighs.
It had been so long since we’d come together like this, and every part of me ached for him so badly that it was a physical pain. He’d barely touched me, yet my clit throbbed, my breasts felt heavier, and my nipples pressed against the thin fabric of his shirt.
When his hands found my ass and he lifted me higher, I thrust against his dick like it was already inside me, pounding out its rhythm and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I rotated my hips so my clit rubbed against him; strange, breathy sounds escaped me as my fingers bit into his nape.
I needed to be fucked until I was screaming in pleasure and couldn’t think. I needed to be lost in him.
Ryker lifted me higher, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the island counter. I barely felt the cold bite of the marble beneath my ass when he sat me down. I was too hot to notice any chill.
Ryker’s hands skimmed my thighs in a teasing caress that I couldn’t tolerate. I wasn’t in the mood for teasing; I was in the mood to have his shaft ramming into me as his body engulfed mine.
To make my desire clear, I grasped the front of his shirt and yanked it open. Buttons bounced around the kitchen before spiraling into oblivion. I rested my hands against his chest and relished the feel of his muscles flexing beneath my palms as I scored his skin.
Understanding what I needed, Ryker undid the button on his pants. My fingers traced his scars, both new and old. The marks covered his body and stood as a testament to his strength and determination.
They were a reminder of how much he’d endured and overcome throughout his life. He’d risen from torment and torture multiple times to become the most devoted man I knew—to Tempest and me.
He was everything I’d ever dreamed of and so much more.
He broke our kiss and, with sharp tugs, pulled his pants down. Thankfully, he didn’t wear any boots or undergarments, and they came off quickly.
When the long, thick length of him sprang free, my mouth watered at the bead of cum already on the head of his cock. His blackened eyes fired with lightning as he grasped the bottom of my shirt and jerked it up; I wasn’t the only one on the verge of losing control.
More bolts ran through his eyes when he exposed my breasts before tugging the shirt over my head. It fell at his feet as he grasped my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the counter.
His mouth claimed mine, and he plunged into me. I cried out against his mouth as my back bowed and my hips thrust toward him. He was so large, hot, and heavy inside me—so fucking perfect.
He filled every part of me. As my fingers entwined in his hair, I tugged on it and bit his lip as I demanded more.
Pulling back a little, he drove into me again, pounding deeper and harder until his body took complete control of mine. His breath teased my lips before he drew one into his mouth and nipped it.
I gasped at the sting, but instead of pulling away, I returned it with another bite of my own. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he jerked my head back as his lips left mine.
His mouth claimed my nipple, and his teeth scraped it before he soothed the tenderness with a flick of his tongue. I clutched him closer as the building pressure within me spread from between my legs and up my spine.
When he bit my throat, the pressure erupted into waves of ecstasy that ripped a scream from me. My muscles clenched around his shaft, drawing him deeper as tremors continued to shake me.
Ryker buried his face in my throat and thrust forward one more time. Deep within me, his cock pulsed as he found his release.
Gradually coming down from my high, I dimly realized I’d been so distracted by the war and its aftermath that I hadn’t taken my valovay root in weeks. Imprisoned, and then badly injured, I was sure Ryker hadn’t either.
But then he pulled me off the counter. When his dick slid out of me, I groaned in disappointment, but it was short-lived as, with his hands on my hips, he turned me around to face the island.
My palms flattened against the countertop as he entered me again. We’d both just found our release, but we weren’t done.
The out-of-control frenzy that sometimes gripped us when we were together swelled in the air around us. His fingers bit into my hips as each thrust rocked me forward.
I gripped one of my swaying breasts in my palm and circled my thumb around the nipple. When he growled, I knew he was watching me over my shoulder, so I slid my hand to my other breast.
“Fucking amazing,” he bit out. “So wet, so tight, so mine.”
He gripped my hair again and pulled my head toward him. As his mouth found my neck, he left a trail of heated kisses down to my collarbone.
When his right hand released my hip, he slid it down my front to circle his finger around my clit. “Come for me,” he commanded hoarsely.
I was helpless to disobey him as lightning fired across my fingertips and his name spilled repeatedly from my lips. My legs trembled and nearly gave out as my orgasm crested before receding again.
I was still coming down from my high when he lifted me, carried me over to one of the chairs, and settled on it with my back still to him. He placed his palm against my spine and pushed my torso a little forward as he continued fucking me with a ruthlessness I craved and begged for.
“Harder,” I breathed. “Fuck me harder.”
He obeyed my command as he brought me down to the floor, holding my ass before him as he pounded into me with a ferocity that stole my breath even as I came again. His cock pulsed with his release once more, but we were still far from done.