There had to be some way to break him free. Instinct drove me as I caressed his cheek and relished the rough feel of his stubble against my palm before kissing him.
At first, he remained unmoving beneath me, and I was nervous I’d done something wrong or that the last thing he wanted was for me to kiss him. A few more seconds passed before he lifted his arms and pulled me close.
I hadn’t known what to expect when I pressed my lips to his, what I would feel or experience as I battled my grief, but his warmth caused me to melt into him. I’d dragged myself through these past few days, all while feeling dead inside.
However, the warmth spreading from his lips to mine, the brush of his tongue, and the heat he radiated elicited a buzz of excitement inside me. With him, I didn’t feel like I was just going through the motions; he was bringing me back to life, and I loved it.
From the beginning of our relationship, there was always something incredibly right about Ryker. He’d always been able to make me forget and had the uncanny ability just to make mefeel.
He was already making me forget what happened today, and with my mother… if only for a little bit. And I could make him forget.
I belonged with him, and he with me.
When I draped my leg over him, the old shirt I’d worn to sleep in bunched up around my thighs. His hands brushed my legs as he pushed it further upward.
His battle-roughened palms against my skin sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Every part of me screamed to feel more of him as I traced the contours of his abs, feeling all the dips and hollows of the muscles flexing beneath me.
When he tugged the end of my shirt up, I sensed his growing desperation and broke the kiss before lifting my arms. He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside.
When his eyes raked me, I felt them as acutely as I would if it were his hands running over my body. My skin tingled in anticipation of what was to come as my nipples hardened.
The black creeping back through his eyes took them over as I thrust my shoulders back and let him drink me in. When lightning danced through his irises, an answering tug came fromsomewhere deep inside me, and I knew that, without being able to see them, my eyes had turned black, too.
Ryker growled as his rigid cock jumped between my thighs, and his electricity crackled against my skin. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation for me, like it would be for others. Instead, it caused my lightning to dance over my fingertips; it reflected in his ebony eyes.
At first, I hadn’t been sure I was doing the right thing by kissing him, but his face had softened from an expression of anguish to one of desire and love. Grasping my hips, he rolled over to pin me beneath his heavy body.
CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
Ellery
I relishedthe feel of Ryker’s unyielding body on top of mine; we were so different, yet we fit perfectly together. In his arms, I was protected, secure, andcherished.I was everything to him, and he was everything to me.
For a moment, he stared at me while tenderly brushing the hair back from my forehead. When my fingers entangled in his hair, I sensed a conflicting wave of emotions inside him and knew what had created it.
He wanted to unleash what the dream had awakened. Instead, he kept himself restrained… for me.
My mother had just died, and he was afraid of what would come out of him, but I wasn’t. I needed to unleash something inside me too.
I wasn’t sure what was seeking to break free, but I knew Ryker would understand it. We’d taken each other with that kind of desperation once before, in the Revenant Woods, after being apart for too long.
While it had been a night of ecstasy and unburdening, I didn’t want to experience it like that again. Even while we were together, I’d sensed a distance from Ryker then, but I craved that kind of frenzy now, and there wouldn’t be any distance this time.
I had to forget about everything else and have it be about the two of us tonight. Nothing else could interfere.
Tugging at his hair, I pulled him down and kissed him with the savagery he’d held back. I bit his bottom lip as I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched into him.
The sensation of his rigid chest and muscular body pressing more firmly against mine made me want to scream as the head of his cock teased my clit. I wiggled my hips to take him into me, but he pulled away.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his lips lower down my body until he pulled my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue along it. Fire built within my belly, and the ache between my legs became almost painful as his fingers slid between them.
His thumb stroking my clit was slow and teasing as he shifted his attention to my other breast. I wiggled against his hand, demanding more as my head fell back and his lips traveled to my belly.
I held my breath as his tongue replaced his thumb, but before I could lose myself to the thrill of his mouth, he pulled away again and rolled me over once more. He shifted his hold on me until my back was against his chest and his arm was locked around my middle.
His breath warmed my neck as he braced his legs apart and placed his hand on my back. With gentle guidance, he pushed me up until I sat with my legs over his and my back to him.
He ran his fingers down my spine before drawing my hips toward him. At first, I was uncertain what he wanted, but when his mouth found my core, I forgot all about my doubt.
