Page 93 of Power of Shadow

“It’s so hot,” I moan. “Oh God...”

Shaking, I close my eyes and let myself go with no control.

We move in unison, my hands wandering over his back, pulling him closer to me. His weight on me gives me a completely unknown sensation. It’s like a warm blanket enveloping me, like a cocoon. It’s like...

“Home,” Ryker pants, reading my mind. “You’re like home. So soft and warm, and you taste delicious. Your pussy is made for me, and I’m addicted.”

Our eyes lock. Suddenly, the world around me fades, and everything feels perfectly aligned.

The tension somewhere deep inside me starts to build. Another shiver runs through me, and I dig my fingers into his back, which is slippery with sweat.

“Ryker—I—” I start, though I don’t quite know what I want to say to him.

He twists his lips into a small smile, a secretive one. “I know, Ash. I know, baby.”

The pace of his hips doesn’t increase, but they start to thrust into me with even more force.

The pleasure builds inside me until everything suddenly stops. All I see is Ryker’s eyes, even when I close mine. When the first wave of orgasm hits me, my mouth opens and a scream escapes.

Ryker buries his face in the crook of my neck.

The walls of my pussy tighten around him like they want to suffocate him, causing him to shiver and break out in goosebumps.

Before my orgasm is over, I hear a low, deep, prolonged moan right next to my ear. Two more thrusts and Ryker’s hips freeze. He’s as deep inside me as is possible.

Lying there, we pant like two dogs tired from chasing each other. The last waves of orgasm are passing, and I feel so free, so soft.

A few moments later, our breathing calms down, and only then am I able to blurt something out. “This is more euphoric than the bloodiest revenge killing.”

Ryker’s body shakes with laughter he can’t hold back. “Oh, you’re naughty, my Little Killer. But you’re right. Absolutely right.”

Exhausted, we lie together in Ryker’s bed. It’s already afternoon, and we still haven’t left his bedroom. With brief breaks for sleep, we explore our potential in every way and in every known position. We can’t even get a shower alone.

We’re both insatiable. Maybe it’s because of the weeks we spent dancing around each other. Originally, I was sure it would go away with time, but it didn’t. My confidence waned with each encounter, where the tension between us was almost palpable.

The result is that we fuck like wild animals. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower and more sensually.

But there’s something else too. Something a little more frightening. I used to be infatuated with Ryker. He was in my thoughts every day and in my dreams most nights as well. Now, however, as we both succumb to this addiction, which is proving to be more powerful than I’d expected. And that's terrifying.

My hand traces patterns on Ryker’s chest. He lies on his back, pulling me closer with his arm. He hasn’t stopped touching me since last night, even if it’s just stroking my head.

I move my gaze to his face. His eyes are closed. He looks happy and relaxed. He’s so calm, so beautiful. And then my eyes rest on the inked Roman figures.

“Will you tell me about that tattoo on your neck?” I prompt.

Although he doesn’t open his eyes yet, I can see movement under his eyelids.

I wait patiently for whatever he’ll say.

Finally, he opens up to me. His voice is hoarse. “It’s the date of my blessing and curse at the same time. It’s my sister Aisling’s birthday.”

“I didn’t know you have a sister.”

“I do. When she was born, she changed my universe in a second, turning everything upside down. I never thought it could be like that. Now, my world has been turned upside down twice. Once when she was born, and the second time when I saw you for the first time at the senator’s brother’s house.”

Warmth spreads through me.

It’s not like me. Me, the killer. The tough woman. I’m melting at the words of some man.