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I grab onto her hip, sliding my hand around to her ass, squeezing her round gorgeous flesh. She has such deliciously voluptuous ass cheeks, the sort I can bury my hands in, squeezing possessively.
She whimpers as I massage her.
“I’m serious,” I say. “A locked door, soundproof… it’s like fate wants us to maul each other, to unleash our desire on each other. I wouldn’t think about fucking you if I thought the FBI guards might hear. Even if they’re here to help us, I know I’d lose control.”
“Really?” she whispers.
I nod with feral certainty. “Yes. The idea of another man touching you, kissing you, seeing you naked…”
My whole body stiffens, my manhood giving a pulse as though it can sense the violence I’d commit if anyone tried to touch my queen.
“Let’s just say it wouldn’t end well for them.”
She wriggles against me as I make deeper impressions in her beautiful ass, grinding myself forward so she can feel my throbbing length.
“What if I can’t?” she moans.
It’s like she’s caught between two worlds, being pulled in different directions as her shyness clashes with her budding confidence… confidence I can’t wait to draw out over the years we spend together.
“Your body needs this,” I whisper savagely. “I can feel how badly your virgin body needs to take my big cock, to take everything I have to give. Your womb needs to get pregnant, princess.”
“By you,” she whispers, her voice shivering. “Only by you.”
I spank her lightly. I can’t help myself, giving her a short quick tap on her ass.
She sticks her ass out, gasping. “Oh, that felt good. Not too hard—but like that, oh, God.”
“We need this,” I growl.
I kiss her passionately, opening my mouth so our greedy tongues can go to war, the tips clashing as our bodies press tighter and tighter together as though they’re giving into primal instincts.
The same primal drive that caused cavemen to bend their women over rocks and fuck them raw, to pound them roughly until their bodies had no choice but to get pregnant, it grips me now, hotly, possessively, until all I can think about is the curvy beauty of her young fertile body.
“Fuck,” she gasps, as the kiss breaks off. “Please don’t be disappointed if I can’t.”
“Quiet,” I command. “I’m not going to give that tight needy hole a fucking choice. You’re going to take me, Ruby. You’re going to take every last fucking inch.”
I growl as I grab her ass even harder.
“Understand?”
She looks up at me with intoxicating shyness, and yet there’s a glimmer of sassiness in her eyes.
“Yes,” she moans. “Shall we,” she pauses in the middle of her question, letting out a short indecisive breath, but then toward the end, her voice hardens, “...maybe go to the room?”
She’s ready.
Even if part of her doubts it, her body knows how badly she needs this.
I stand up. The effort of taking my hands off her ass is almost too much to handle.
My whole body is tense with the need for her, my seed roaring at me to fall upon her now. She looks so perfect lying beneath me, her cheeks blooming red with her rising lust, her chest heaving with her frantic breaths, causing her gorgeous breasts to shift.
“Come on.” I reach down and grab her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go. Before I lose control and take you here.”
She grips onto my hand tightly, biting her lip as she nods.
“Okay, Rider. Yeah. Let’s do this.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Ruby
I stand in the ensuite, looking at myself in the mirror, taking slow deep breaths to try and calm myself down. Rider’s hands were all over me when the door to the bedroom closed behind us, his powerful fingers sliding up my legs and pressing firmly against my sex, pressing against my lips and making my thighs sizzle with need.
I asked him to give me a moment.
Nerves swirl in my belly and move all through my body in waves.
But there’s another part of me that wants to push away the anxiety and be the woman I secretly believe I can, the woman I desperately want to be.
My womb throbs inside of me.
Even this morning that thought would have seemed like the rantings of a madwoman. But I can’t deny it now.
My womb pulses and sings out for my man’s seed, begging me to go in there and ride him until he erupts inside of me.
I stare into my eyes, nodding shortly as if to bolster myself.
I want to do this.
I need to do this.
And I won’t let my nerves stop me.
I turn and stalk for the door to the ensuite before I can think myself out of it, imprisoning myself in a cage of self-doubt. I grab the handle and push it open to find Rider standing at the edge of the bed, his hands hanging at his sides like feral tools he’s just waiting to use.
