Epilogue #4
His fingers move faster now, coaxing soft gasps and moans from my lips. The world outside this room becomes irrele vant. Nothing exists but us and the electric pulse of our bodies colliding in fervor.
“Come all over my fingers so I can lick you clean.”
The command sends a jolt of heat surging through me, igniting a wildfire. My body responds instinctively, surrendering to the crescendo building within. “Ryker,” I breathe, the name escaping my lips like a prayer, both a plea and an invitation.
I bite my lip to stifle the moans pooling at the back of my throat, but it’s futile. Sounds escape me as pleasure unfurls within—raw and unfiltered, echoing against the walls of our secret sanctuary. I arch my back, granting him access to every part of me he desires.
“Just like that,” he breathes, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in it.”
Something inside me shatters—fragments of restraint dissolving as I plunge headfirst into ecstasy. My body quakes under the force of it as waves crash over me. I’m swept away by a current that’s impossible to fight.
He watches me closely, those blue eyes glimmering with triumph as I spiral further into this intoxicating release. The world outside ceases to exist.
With one last deep thrust of his fingers, I come undone—my body convulsing around him as every nerve ignites in bliss. But he doesn’t stop there, he bends down and his tongue laps up my climax and sucks my clit.
The sensation is electric, a jolt of fire igniting every inch of my skin.
I grip the edge of the pool table, my body trembling as he devours me, his mouth working magic that has me teetering on the brink of another wave.
My breath is ragged, punctuated by soft cries that spill from my lips against my will.
“Ryker,” I gasp, feeling the heat rise in the pit of my stomach once more. “Please…”
He pauses just long enough to look up at me, eyes dark and filled with a primal hunger. “Please what?” he taunts, reapplying pressure with his tongue that sends shockwaves through my core .
“Don’t stop,” I manage to plead, every syllable laced with desperation. “I need—”
But before I can finish, he dives back in with a fervor that steals my breath away. His tongue dances with expert precision, coaxing me toward an edge I didn’t know could exist. I arch further into him, losing myself completely in the sensations that ripple through my body like wildfire.
I can feel the heat pooling deeper within me again, building and tightening, threatening to spill over into something fierce and consuming. His fingers find my thighs, holding me steady as if he knows this ride is going to be wild.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against my skin, sending a shiver coursing through me. “So beautiful when you’re like this.”
The words wrap around me like a silken thread weaving deeper into this web of lust we’ve created.
He lifts me off and undoes his belt buckle. Holy shit his cock is huge. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and rolls it down his cock. “Now get ready for me to really rock your world.”
He pulls me down from the table and bends me over. He begins to push in and it’s tight.
I gasp at the sensation—every inch of him stretching me, filling me in a way I never knew I craved.
My body instinctively adjusts, welcoming his intrusion as my breath hitches in my throat.
There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing.
This is what I wanted—the raw connection forged in the flickering shadows of our impulsive desires.
“Damn, you feel incredible,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends delicious shivers down my spine.
He grips my hips tightly, anchoring me to him as he thrusts deeper, his rhythm both commanding and electrifying.
Each movement sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, igniting like a live wire.
“Ryker,” I moan, the name slipping past my lips as if it were a sacred incantation.
He responds with an intensity that fuels the fire building inside me.
“That’s it. Let go for me.” His thrusts become more insist ent, harder, and the sound of skin meeting skin reverberates around us like a primal heartbeat.
I can feel the weight of his body against mine, a beautiful balance of control and abandon wrapping around us both.
My vision blurs as each thrust sends me spiraling further into bliss.
The world outside fades into nothingness.
It’s just the two of us trapped in this wild moment where time feels suspended.
Each push ignites something deep within—the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it becomes unbearable.
“God, that was good,” he murmurs as he leans over to press hot kisses along my neck, between breaths filled with desperation. “Shall we take this back to your place?”
“Can’t. I have a friend staying with me.”
“How about my place?”
His hands find my breast and he pulls and plays with my nipples. I can’t think when he does that.
“Okay, that fine.”
What the hell am I doing?
He tucks himself away with a wicked grin and reaches for my hand. “Let’s get out of here. Your car’s safe, but you’re not—at least not with me.”
I should stop. I should say no.
But instead, I let him lead me out the back door—straight into trouble.