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Yet, looking into her water-filled eyes, filled with desire and a vulnerability that he might reject her... he acknowledged he'd been a fool to think he could possibly ignore the pull of their powerful attraction. He was in uncharted territory and it terrified him more than having to face down theVolkovs.
He was a dominant to his core. Control over his environment and even his own self-control was what kept him grounded in life, confident in achieving any goal he set out tograb.
But the woman staring up from the bed held a power over him he had naively thought was just an exaggerated memory of one spectacular night spent together in February. He didn't like it. He didn't even understand it. But he couldn't denyit.
I fucking needher.
His lips crashed down to her mouth a second later. Her arms and legs reaching up to pull his body down on top of her, crushing her to the bed. He tasted the minty toothpaste he'd left out for her as his tongue explored, boldly taking what he needed from her. When she ran her fingers through his hair, he wrenched their bodies apart to lean up, grabbing each hand in his own and pinning them above her head. Their fingers intertwined as she was splayed out beneath him like the sexual offering he so desperatelyneeded.
His mouth found the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark in a childish show of possession. She tried to thrust her hips off the bed in hopes of taking his erection inside her. Her guttural groan only made his already hard cock ache forrelease.
He tried to reach the pebbled tip of her breast with his mouth, but couldn't. He knew how to fixthat.
"Do not move your arms," he ordered as he released her hands before sliding lower and latching onto her tit with his mouth. He sucked her hard, as if he would magically pull a mouthful of warm milk from her full breast. Allowing their passion free rein, he let his teeth graze the sensitive tip, pulling a cry from his gorgeous captive as she wiggled beneathhim.
Ryder's hands kneaded her breasts, crushing them together roughly, creating a valley he looked forward to thrusting his hard-on into. The image of hot cum spurting from the tip of his cock onto her fresh face, branding her as his, consumed him. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist playing that vision outlater.
But not tonight. Raw instincts took over, demanding that he sheath his sword deep in her sex, taking from her what he needed. Base human hunger drove them both until he was forced to push off her long enough to stand between her legs at the edge of thebed.
God, even without a stitch of makeup on, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She looked younger... more vulnerable than he remembered. It only made him want to protect her that muchmore.
His hands moved to the buttons on his leather pants, anxious to be naked, moving inside her. Her gaze fell lower as he pushed his pants down. A surge of dominance reared as her eyes widened, a touch of fear there as she remembered how thick hewas.
A glob of pre-cum wet his tip. He suspected if he were to fuck her right away, he wouldn't last more than a minute. Knowing he needed to slow things down, once naked he fell to his knees, hugging each of her bent legs and pulling her pussy to the edge of the bed. Like a starving man, he lunged forward, sucking her clit as she cried out hisname.
She was so wet and her cream tasted fucking fantastic. He had to tighten his grip around her bent legs, holding on tight as she bucked her hips with her passion. Memories of how beautiful she looked as she orgasmed tempted him to drive her over the edge, but he released his suction on her gem before she came, drawing a frustrated growl from herinstead.
Slowing things further, he brought the tip of his tongue lower, pressing it inside her wet slit and slowly moving it upward, scooping her juices onto his tongue as he went. When he brushed against her swollen nub, he drank her as if he'd been dying of thirst and then started all overagain.
He had no clue how long he lapped at her. He only knew the more he drank, the deeper his hunger for her became. He drove her to the edge again and again until she was crazed with the need to come, writhing beneath him, and mumbling sexy, nonsensicalgroans.
When he finally stood, he didn't resist grasping his erection, stroking it slowly as he watched Khloe gasp for breath on the bed. The whole room smelled likeher.
It smelled likesex.
Need drove him. His hands found her ankles, yanking her legs up, out wide and finally, back over her head, folding her lithe body in half and opening her bare pussy perfectly to receivehim.
Their eyes met briefly before they both shifted their gaze to where he was about to claim her. She whimpered as he squeezed her ankles tighter, trying to hold off plunging inside her like a Goddamn rookie. He rocked his hips as his heavy shaft hung between them, the crown rubbing up and down through the slick path his tongue hadtasted.
He waited until she tore her gaze away from the spectacle of their sex, linking them together visually instead. He changed angles, pressing the tip of his dick into her as he stood on his toes, a powerful animal, ready topounce.
He wasn't sure if it was her tight pussy or her scream as he bottomed out in one hard thrust that affected him more. Ryder stilled, buried balls deep as he watched the woman beneath him struggle to take hisgirth.
He held perfectly still. He'd like to think he did it because he was a gentleman, but he knew the truth. The only reason he wasn't pounding her hard and fast was because he refused to shoot his wad in less than a minute. Her vaginal walls squeezed him, as if anxious to milk him of his whitegift.
Sexual anticipation hung heavy in the air as they each breathed heavily. Lust filled her gaze, making her even more fucking gorgeous than she'd been only a minutebefore.
Unable to wait longer, he pulled his shaft free of her body slowly, only to plunge deep. Again. And again. He lost himself in her reactions, knowing he could become addicted to watching the unique cocktail of pleasure and pain on Khloe Monroe's face as he staked his claim on her body in the most traditional ofways.
He fucked her like she was his, because... well... she was. He drilled her hard and deep, reclaiming the intimacy they'd shared months before until it felt as if no time hadpassed.
An ugly thought took hold, threatening to dampen the magic. He felt like an idiot, but he had toknow.
Not missing a beat, he grunted out his serious question. "How many cocks have been in this pussy since me?" He thrust so strong on the word, 'me' she cried out, pain mixing with pleasure in hereyes.
She didn't answer. Pictures of her holding hands with that fucker Dean Reynolds flashed red before him. His rhythm grew erratic as he became distracted by flashes of her bodyguard lifting her in his arms to put her in the back of theSUV.
"Answer me, Princess. How many men have you slept with since Valentine'sDay?"
