Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Rayla didn’t want to, nor did she, listen to that part. Shutting it down, she burrowed her way beneath the lovely blue, silver, and white quilt boasting both snowflakes and presents. Her exhaustion such, that she didn’t even bother taking off her outfit. Merely climbed in bed with it on.
A few moments and she would wrap herself up in the armor she lived with for so long and carry on.
At least my parents haven’t shown up yet. Or sent their people after me.
Small favors.
When she woke, she no longer had the mind-numbing cold surrounding her or within her. Quite the opposite. Heat spiraled up from her core and spread out. Allowing herself the few moments to figure out why, her breath hitched when the knowledge came.
Ryker.
He’d crawled under the covers with her, spooning her his large strong body cradling her from behind. Her head rested on one bicep and his other arm he’d curled around her, hand splayed across her less than flat abdomen.
Deep, even breathing reached her. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest soothed her even though part of her wanted to shove him away. Wanted to put barriers up, do what was necessary to protect her heart.
She did neither.
Fingers on his hand scrunched and flattened reminding her that not only was his hand over her belly but it was also under her shirt. And her pants were gone.
What the fuck? How’d he managed to do that without waking her?
I must have been exhausted.
His calluses rough in the most tender way, heightened her need that never seem to go away when it came to him.
Logically, none of this made any sense to her. He was virtually a stranger. Someone she should be able to walk away from the out hesitation, second glance, or any regrets.
It wasn’t that way. Not even close. Since the first moment her eyes laid upon him there been a pull to him, one she’d been unable to ignore then and still. Was it lust? Yes she couldn’t deny that that was high on the list there was something more, something deeper. More tangible.
His idyllic strokes soothed the raw edges his words had given her. Heat spiraled up from her core slowly unfurling to spread throughout her body.
Ryker shifted putting his leg on the outside of hers and sliding it back creating space between her thighs. She dragged her tongue along her lower lip trying told still.
“No need to pretend, baby. I know you’re awake. The pulse in your neck is giving you away.”
Up and down he stroked each downward swipe brought him closer and closer to the waistband of her panties. She nearly held her breath when he reached them, expecting him to go below the soft cotton material.
He didn’t. Ryker continued his smooth touches right over her most private of areas. A low growl slid from his throat as he continued petting her.
“So wet for me baby.” Another brush of his fingers threatened to yank a begging groan from her lips. “I love how responsive you are. I barely touched you and this sweet pussy is soaking my fingers.”
She couldn’t help it but this time the moan escaped as her hips shifted seeking more contact only to be denied with a rough chuckle.
“My speed baby. Earlier today was all about getting the edge off but now, I plan on taking my time. Licking every inch of your skin. Biting, sucking, marking you see you never forget who you belong to. So anyone who looks at you knows who you belong to. Once I’ve satisfied that part of me, I’m going to settle myself between your thighs and eat you until you are hoarse.”
Rayla whimpered rocking her hips back into him emboldened by the feel of his length long and hard pressing into her.
“Guess what happens after that?”
She couldn’t form any words the whimpers coming from her mouth could have been anything. He tapped two fingers against her clit and she trembled.
“Answer me. I want to hear you say what happens next.”
“I get on my knees for you.” Her words were rough with a hunger she never felt before.
“Jesus! Fucking good girl. Yes, I want that.”
The words ‘good girl’ from him were pushing her further than before. She wanted more of it. Two more solid taps before he shoved the gusset to the side and touched her without any clothing between them. “The thought of you on your knees before me, head back, mouth open, those full bee-stung lips of yours parted wet from my kisses and waiting for my cock to slide through. It’s almost enough for me to fucking come in my pants.”
Her too.
Her whimper filled the air and his responding moan echoed through her, his chest warm and a solid presence behind her. Up and down the slit he moved his fingers, keeping the same, slow drugging pace which drove her insane.