Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 128801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
His chest bare, the designs coiling and undulating in the lapping shadows.
It felt like the hands on that broken clock might be able to move again.
The sound of him rustling out of his jeans echoed from behind, and my lungs were locked as he reached over to his nightstand and dipped his fingers in the jar.
“Do you want to feel my cock in that tight, sweet ass, Dakota?”
My nod was erratic.
Frantic.
While nerves skittered across my flesh and coated me in a sheen of sweat.
I heard him stroking himself with the oil, coating himself, before his fingertips were teasing at my hole.
I moaned as he slowly pressed two inside.
My fingers tightened in the bedspread. “Ryder.”
“I have you, sweet girl. You need to tell me if you don’t feel right about something. If it’s too much or if it hurts. Otherwise, I’m going to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. Do you understand?”
Another nod, and Ryder was climbing onto the bed behind me, on his knees as he took me by the hips. He watched me through the mirror.
Severity flashed through his features, and he slipped his hand around to my trembling belly and rode it up until his palm was flat against the hammering in my chest.
He guided me up, pressing my back to the thunder that ravaged at his.
The rhythm of our hearts was violent but in sync. Thrumming and thrumming as he gazed at me from over my shoulder, his hand riding up higher until he was lightly holding me by the throat. “Look at you, Dakota.”
I couldn’t do anything but take myself in where he had me exposed.
Pared down, exactly the way I’d wanted to be.
My hair wild.
My eyes shining.
My hips wide and my belly quivering and my nipples beaded into hard peaks.
His mouth was at my ear. “The light breaking inside me.”
He picked me up the way he seemed to love to do, shifting me around so I was holding onto his headboard. The change in position happened so quickly I didn’t even know what’d hit me. He used his knee to spread my legs farther, and he angled my hips back, his breath still in my hair as he murmured, “I love you so fucking much, Dakota.”
A sharp jolt of air wheezed up my throat when he shifted and pressed the head of his cock to my ass. Apprehension scattered with the lust, a ravenous ache that echoed inside me.
Like I wanted everything, but it would never be enough.
The cool metal of his piercing sent a chill coiling up my spine, and Ryder held me closer as he began to slowly nudge inside me.
My legs trembled and my body shook as he carefully filled me in a way I’d never allowed anyone to fill me before.
And it was so much, the crash of pleasure that verged on pain, the way it sparked and flashed, skittering through my nerves and lighting a brand-new fire in my veins.
Ryder choked the lowest sound.
Guttural.
Gluttony and greed.
“Fuck, Dakota. The way you feel like this. Hugging my cock. So fucking tight. So perfect.” He rambled it on a haggard breath as he curled an arm tighter around my waist and braced his other on the headboard. “Swear you were made for me. This body. This heart. Can you feel it?”
“I feel it. I need it. I need you.”
“You have me, Cookie. Always. Forever. I could never forget you.”
Emotion swam, amplified as he began to move.
He took me in a way that was completely consuming. His body scored into mine.
I clung to the headboard, shaking and gasping and tremoring as he took me as deep as he could.
As he filled me.
Possessed me.
I moved with him, rising up before I sank down to meet him.
We arched and curved and rolled.
Our bodies as in sync as the thrashing of our hearts.
And I fell completely into him.
Lost in his darkness.
Covered in midnight.
“Ryder.” I whispered his name in adoration.
“Dakota.” He murmured mine in praise.
His fingers moved to my clit, strumming light, and the pleasure that blazed gathered to a pinpoint.
A flash.
A spark.
A scattering of light.
“Come for me, sweet girl.”
Ecstasy split through me with the force beyond anything I’d experienced before.
A complete sundering.
Only this time, that earthquake I always felt when Ryder came into the room?
It fully cracked.
And I was no longer spinning on the same axis.
A new orbit had come into existence. Time and space and location setting on this man.
He burrowed his face in the back of my neck as he let go. Every muscle in his body went rigid as he pulsed. “Dakota. Fuck. So good. You feel so good. Everything. Everything.”
We both struggled for air.
Oxygen held.
A moment given to us as we remained like that for the longest time.
It felt as if the last wall had been demolished between us.
The last chink undone.