Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
But Ryder didn’t rush. He stayed there, holding himself above me with his arms flexed on either side of my body, his eyes locked with mine as if my reaction mattered more than anything else.
“Look at me.”
I did.
“Keep looking at me.”
His hand slid beneath my thigh, lifting it higher against his hip as he slowly began pressing forward. The thick head of his cock nudged against my pussy then pushed inside, opening me wide.
The first burn of that stretch made my lips part on a shaky breath. He stopped almost immediately, buried only an inch deep, and held there while my body clenched and fluttered around the intrusion.
“You good?”
“Yes.” I shifted beneath him, needing more. “Don’t stop.”
Something darkened in his expression, and he pushed deeper. So slowly I felt every inch of him filling me, my body gradually opening around his thickness until the sensation bordered on too much.
I pulled against the belt again, instinctively wanting my hands on him, and Ryder lowered his mouth to mine.
“Easy,” he murmured against my lips. “I got you.” Then he pushed the rest of the way inside.
A broken moan tore from my throat as my body tightened around him. Ryder groaned, the sound deep and strained, and buried his face against my neck. But he didn’t move. He stayed completely still, one hand gripping my thigh while the other braced beside my head.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Lila.”
I could feel the tension running through his entire body, the restraint it took for him to remain still when I could feel how badly he wanted to move.
I turned my face toward his. “Ryder.”
“So fucking tight.” He lifted his head, his eyes finding mine again. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
I nodded, then deliberately rolled my hips beneath him.
His eyes closed. “Fuck.” I did it again, and that finally broke him.
Ryder pulled back slowly before sinking into me again, and the second thrust felt completely different now that my body had adjusted to him. Pleasure rolled through me, deep and heavy, and I moaned as he did it again.
He found a rhythm gradually, each stroke slow and controlled at first, giving me time to feel all of him. The belt around my wrists forced me to surrender to the movement instead of reaching for him, leaving me with nothing to do but take everything he gave me.
“Ryder,” I breathed.
His hand tightened around my thigh. “I’m here, sweetheart.”
The words did something to me I couldn’t explain. Yes, he was right there. Just like he had always been.
I lifted my hips to meet his next thrust, and whatever control he had been holding onto began to unravel. His movements grew deeper, harder, more erratic, the bed shifting beneath us as his hand moved to my hip and held me exactly where he wanted me.
The roughness should have felt at odds with the way he kept watching my face, but somehow it didn’t. Every time my breathing changed, he noticed. Every time the leather pulled against my wrists, his gaze flicked upward to make sure I was okay. Even when his control started slipping, some part of him remained completely focused on me.
“You have any idea how many times I thought about this?” he rasped.
My breath caught as his mouth moved along my jaw before settling against my ear.
“How many fucking times I thought about having you underneath me?”
His hips drove forward again, and a moan escaped me. “Ryder—”
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes to see that his pupils had eaten up his irises.
“You’re mine,” he said, but there was something raw beneath the possessiveness now, something that made the words feel less like a demand and more like a confession. His thumb brushed my cheek even as his other hand held my hip firmly beneath him. “Been mine in here for longer than you’ll ever fucking know.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Say it.”
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared up at the man who had been my safest place long before I understood what that meant.
“I’m yours.”
His pace grew more demanding, but even as his control slipped, his attention never left me. One hand stayed firm on my hip while the other slid between us, his fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles that made my entire body tense beneath him.
“Ryder,” I gasped, pulling against the belt as the pressure built too quickly.
“I know, sweetheart.” His breathing was as ragged as my own. “I got you.”
That nearly broke me on its own.
The pleasure kept building until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I came with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching hard around him as wave after wave tore through me.
Ryder stayed with me through all of it, his movements losing their careful rhythm as my body shook beneath his. His control finally broke moments later.