Page 89 of Sweet Oblivion

Owning me.

Saving me.

And I give myself over to it all. To him. To us.

“You like the way my cock fills you, baby? The way you’re choking me? Only ever me.”

God, yes, I want to scream. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. No sound. No words. Nothing but me gasping for air as I claw at his strong shoulders and he fucks me into oblivion.

Higher and higher until flames lick up the length of my body. Heat engulfs me, and my orgasm teases, just out of reach.

His rough finger rubs fast circles against my clit as he thrusts again, and my core tightens and clamps down. “You gonna come for me, baby?”

“So close,” I gasp, my lips grazing his ear.

And he slams his hips into mine over and over.

Not a breath of space between us.

Just Ryker and me searching for relief.

“Now, Delaney. Come now,” he demands in a deep baritone that commands my body and my heart.

And. I. Detonate.

A rainbow of color bursts behind my eyes as I come on a silent scream.

Wave after wave of soul-stealing pleasure racks my body as my dark knight comes beneath me, my name a shout from his lips into the quiet room.

I cling to him, never wanting to move as his cock pulses inside me.

My lips pressed to his jaw and my world tilted on its axis.

Knowing nothing will ever be the same.

DELANEY

I’m proud of the woman I am today because I walked through fire to get to her.

A few little sparks aren’t going to stop me now.

—Delaney’s Secret Thoughts

The bell over the door chimes, and Tori and I both look, dazed.

I’ve spent my day stuck in a daydream, replaying every beat of last night over in my head. Overanalyzing every move made. Every word said. Every feeling evoked.

It’s heaven and hell.

Because this relationship with Ryker is supposed to serve a purpose. It’s not supposed to be more. I’m not supposed to be more. I’m not from his world, and yet... He makes me feel like I belong wherever he is. And I don’t know when that happened or even how it happened. But most importantly, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now.

One of the rules I’ve carved my life around has been to never let anyone in enough to hurt you. And I’ve broken that rule. I haven’t just let this man in my head. I’ve let him in my heart, and I’m not sure what to do now.

The man who walks through the door pulls me from that momentary daydream dressed up like a nightmare. Thethought... not the man. He’s dressed fine. Dark suit. Short hair. Gun on his hip. Detective Brooks looks like every other detective I’ve met in my life. Which is unfortunately, quite a few.

He doesn’t smile.Don’t flinch. Just sweeps his eyes around the shop. Clocking the exits, the lack of other customers. Tori. Me.

“Detective Brooks,” I greet him, attempting to act like he doesn’t set me on edge. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today. Can I help you pick something out for someone special?”