Page 88 of Sweet Oblivion

I want it all.

Electricity arcs and soars between us, a white-hot heat building and blinding me. Thrumming through my veins. Dancing down my spine. Leaving me breathless and wanting.

Every hungry stroke of his tongue against mine drives me higher.

Each powerful snap of his hips bringing me closer.

Overwhelming me in a dizzying mix of agony and ecstasy.

Like I’m caught in the eye of a storm I never want to end.

I slide my hips against his, unsure what I’ll like, and lick a line up his jaw and around his ear. “Help me, Ryker. Show me what to do.”

“Jesus, Delaney,” he groans and cups my ass in his hands, lifting my hips. Dragging me over him again and again. “Does this feel good, baby?”

“So good,” I moan into his ear, clinging to him. Vibrating beneath his touch. “More.”

He rolls us over, and I gasp at the change, my body lighting up with the whole new angle.

And this man... this man is exquisite beneath me. His muscles straining against his skin. Black ink telling a beautiful story. One I want to trace with my tongue. And those eyes... My God, those eyes feel like they can see all of me. Every last piece I never thought I’d want seen.

“You are a fucking vision, Delaney.” His hands slide up my thighs, digging into my waist. I might be on top, but he’s still in control. “Show me, Lane. Show me what feels good.”

Desire like I’ve never known pounds through my body as I press my palms flat against his chest. My hair falls in a curtain around us, hiding us from the world as Ryker jackknifes up and takes my breast in his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I moan and shift my hips, desperate for relief. Searching for something—anything to sate this hunger.

My legs wrap around his waist, and my hands dig into hishair and tug the strands as his hot mouth sucks my breast. He thrusts up, hitting an entirely new spot, and my toes curl as he drives into me over and over.

I tremble beneath his touch as we find our rhythm.

His strong hands slide to the small of my back. “Your fucking cunt was made for me, baby.”

My entire body tightens with his filthy words.

Words I never thought I’d find anything but crass, I now crave.

Desperate for more.

For this.

For him.

“You like that?” he asks, his hips picking up speed. “You like knowing this pretty pussy is mine?”

I shouldn’t, but I do.

My arousal soaks our skin with each new thrust.

Each new word . . .

I practically purr as electricity courses through my body, completely lost in the moment. In the man. Unable to think or speak or process anything more than want and need.

Each drag of his cock is more delicious than the last.

Branding me.

Breaking me.