CHAPTER THIRTY
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Vesper
WORDS.
Who cared about words?
I certainly didn’t when Ryder pounded into me.
And I used the word pounded because that was exactly what he did.
His cock pounded.
His passion pounded.
Everything between us unsaid and known pounded.
Again and again and again.
The bed rocked as he fucked me.
The mattress creaked as he made love to me.
And through it all, all I could think about was how much he meant to me after such a short amount of time. How this level of attraction and lust and togetherness wasn’t common and was worth so much more than what we originally thought.
“Fuck, Vesper. I need to come so bad.” Ryder hoisted my hips higher until the only contact I had were my shoulder blades on the bed and his hands holding me in position for his cock. He never stopped riding me just like he promised. In and out. Down and up. Driving me mad, mad, mad.
The orgasm he’d almost given me with his tongue detonated back into business.
“Come.” I gasped. “I’ll be with you.”
The sparkling warning made me gasp and tense.
He growled, “Are you…can I?”
Through my sex-addled fog, I knew what he wanted to know. “Yes, the pill kicked in yesterday. I’m protected.”
“Thank hell because the rumours of me being your cousin are already all-around town.”
The naughtiness of yet another taboo added more gasoline to our rabid raging fire.
Ryder fell on top of me, his hips pistoning as he yanked my legs up, folding them against my chest as he ploughed me into the mattress.
The way he bent my body added a brand-new element of wrongness. I curled under his pressure, making me tighter and him so, so big.
“Hell, I’m gonna—” His face twisted as the loudest groan exploded from his chest. His body jerked and jived as he took me again and again.
The first splash of his release set me off.
I shattered.
Violently and completely.
The climax that’d lived in my blood the moment he’d put the collar around his neck erupted. I’d never felt anything as breath-taking in my entire existence.
I went blind from pleasure.
He kept rutting into me, harder, wilder.
My breasts bounced.
The bed creaked.
We became literal animals as he drove every inch inside me, claiming me with every vicious impale.
“Ry. Oh God—”
“Shit. Fuuuuck —” He arched his hips into mine, shuddering through the last splashes of his release.
I couldn’t catch a breath as I trembled beneath him.
My body quaked and clenched, utterly drunk on what he’d just done to me.
It felt as if he’d run me over with a piledriver.
We didn’t speak for a long moment.
His cock kept twitching inside me, our skin cooling with sex-sweat.
Nuzzling into my neck, he sighed with so much contentment, my heart grew wings.
“I really, really like having my dick inside you, Ves.”
I chuckled under my breath. “It definitely seems rather at home there.”
“It’s moved in,” he purred as I slung my bound arms around him. “You’re mine now.”
I sighed with a shiver.
Time ticked on as we made no move to disengage.
Finally, after floating around in sensual subspace, our hearts slowly calmed. Ryder hissed through his teeth as he withdrew, reluctance all over him to leave.
His gaze locked between my legs. With dark eyes and a dirty grin, he ran a single finger through the slick mess we’d made. Holding up his glistening finger, he smirked. “Seeing you full of my cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Leaning over me, he drew a love heart right over my breast, branding me in our sinful mix.
I didn’t ask what that meant and he didn’t say anything else.
With slightly shaking hands, he unbuckled the collar from around my wrists and I corralled my floppy limbs to remove the one from around his throat.
The moment we were restraint free, we tumbled together again.
Drawn to each other. Unable to stay apart.
Spooning me from behind, Ryder pulled my overheated tingling body into his front. His still-slippery cock wedged against my ass cheeks.
We were sticky and gross, but we made no move to leave.
I stilled as his arms wrapped right around me, hugging me hard. We didn’t speak but once the hug ended, he murmured, “You know, don’t you?”
That you’re falling for me?
That you like me more than you should ?
I snuggled into him. “I think so.”
Another minute passed.
I whispered, “And you know, too?”
That I’m falling for you.
That I like you far more than I should .
His arms tightened, repeating what I’d said, “I think so.”
I whispered, “Does that scare you?”
“Fucking terrifies.”
“What do we do?”
He sighed, taking his sweet time to reply. “We just let go, fall, and hope to God we land in the same place.”
Silence fell.
Thoughts turned heavy.
But the fear turned to acceptance, knowing we were both in the same sinking love boat.
That was all there was to it.
We would drown or float together.
Tapping my hip, Ryder sat up and helped hoist me from the rumpled bed. “Come on, best friend in the world. Up.”
My hair tumbled around me as I stood on wobbly legs. “After what we just did, I better be more than just your friend.”
“Girlfriend?”
“The best girlfriend.”
He grinned. “Best, only, forever.”
My heart hopped like a damn bunny rabbit.
His hand looped around mine. “Come on.”
“Where are you taking me?” I yawned. “After sex like that, I need to sleep. Especially as I have work in the morning and I’m currently brain dead.” I laughed softly, looking at the ripped open bag and its collar contents. “I’ll never look at dog or cat toys the same again.”
Chuckling, he scooped up the pussy tickler with its feather and ribbons. “We didn’t get to play with this one.”
“There’s always next time.”
Kissing my forehead, he grinned. “You’re right. Plenty more games afoot.” Squeezing my fingers, he guided me forward. “And that is why we’re taking a shower. I’m going to massage away the long day you’ve had, and then you’re falling asleep in my bed where I can watch over you.”
“By watch over, you mean keep me prisoner, right?”
“Hey, girlfriend…prisoner. I thought they were one and the same.”
I laughed, following him into the bathroom. “In that case, I think I’d agree to being your prisoner if it meant I was subjected to more of your singular brand of punishment.”
Turning on the spray and helping me into an old claw foot bath where old tiles had already been chipped off the walls in preparation for new ones, Ryder kissed me as water rained over our heads. “Vesper, if keeping you prisoner was the only way I could keep you, you’d be my slave for life.”
And that was how my dreams consisted of Ryder Carson being my master and me his willing little sex slave all night.
It was a good dream.
A great dream.
And I added it to the games we could play in the future.
Because we would have a future.
A long one.
I was sure of it.