Chapter 15
Chapter 15:
I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as it arched into his touch.
“You… you know what you do to me, Ryder,” I confessed truthfully. There was something about what he did to my body that made every touch, every ache, feel like a craving for him.
His smile widened, predatory and full of dark promise.
“Good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Because tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.” He had said this before. That he was a man of his word—did that mean he was going to take my innocence?
His hands moved faster than lightning, capturing my wrists above my head with one hand.
I whimpered, “This isn’t proper!” My voice came out weaker than I had expected. How else would he take me seriously if I was moaning like that? “What isn’t p>
“Proper?” His other hand slid through my shorts, and waves of electricity jolted down my body.
Fuck! This was pure torture. His hands slid further, gently and seductively, trailing past my tummy. He shifted his legs away from my thighs, slowly rubbing my navel.
My hands were pinned. I couldn’t stop him, and I couldn’t moan either, not wanting to encourage him. I needed to stop him, but not with how I was feeling. I needed more.
His hand slid down to my thigh, damn it! I let out a slow whimper. How could I resist when my body felt like a lamb drawn to slaughter in his hands? He knew exactly where to touch to turn me on.
I was wet, just from his hand. His hands moved further; the torture was real. I struggled to move my hands away from his hold, but his firm grip kept me captive.
Slowly, his hand rested on my panties. My body tensed, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I squirmed in response.
His touch was pure torture. I wanted to beg, but then his hand slipped through, touching my wetness.
𝔽𝗂𝗋𝖲𝗍 𝖘𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 at ⳑ𝖆Ⱡ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗆
“You’re wet for me, Baby Vixen.” His voice was hoarse as he whispered in my ear.
“Ryder…” I breathed, my voice barely audible. But he silenced me with a rough kiss, his lips claiming mine with a fierce possessiveness that left no room for argument.
This was what I craved, what I needed. The push and pull of power, the way he made me feel alive and utterly consumed at the same time.
“You’re wet for me, Baby Vixen.” His voice was hoarse as he whispered in my ear.
“Ryder…” I breathed, my voice barely audible. But he silenced me with a rough kiss, his lips claiming mine with a fierce possessiveness that left no room for argument.
This was what I craved, what I needed—the push and pull of power, the way he made me feel alive and utterly consumed at the same time.
His taste, a hint of ripe fruit, the subtle tang of morning coffee, and the richness of chocolate.
I wanted more. His tongue met mine, kissing me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down my spine, making my body respond in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed closer, needing to feel every inch of him, every ounce of his strength as he dominated the kiss.
He kissed me with giddy abandon, leaving no corner of my mouth unexplored.
His finger circled my core, sending cold shivers running down my spine. I squirmed, biting my lips.
My core clenched, welcoming his finger. His strokes were rough and possessive, as if he were marking me as his. When he gripped my hips, pulling me against him, I gasped, the sensation of his hard body against mine sending a surge of heat through me.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips, the words barely escaping as he continued to ravage my mouth. His response was a low growl, his hands tightening around me as he pressed me harder against the bed.