Page 106 of A Game of Love and Betrayal

Fuck, that sound went straight to Ryker’s cock. He abandoned his confusion and held her close. He needed her now more than ever.

Evidently, Brynleigh felt the same. Their mouths fused in an ardent embrace. She kissed him like he was the air she needed to breathe; like she was dying and he was the only way she’d survive; like he was a bad decision that she couldn’t keep herself from making.

He couldn’t tell where his mouth ended and hers began. Their kiss deepened. She embraced him in a way that no one else ever had, and by the Obsidian Sands, he loved each and every moment.

Ryker would never get enough of this—of her.

His hand slipped from her neck to her hip, and he wrapped his other arm around her and held her close. She moaned, rubbing herself against his hardening length.

“Gods, Brynleigh,” he groaned against her lips.

Their clothes were an unwanted barrier between them. He wanted to rip off each offending piece of fabric and lay her bare before him.

“I want you,” she breathed against his mouth. “I know we shouldn’t, but…”

“I want you, too.” He could barely remember how to form words; her scent was so intoxicating. “Fucking archaic laws.”

Whose damned idiotic idea was it to keep couples apart until their wedding night? It was completely moronic.

And Ryker liked rules. A lot. It pained him to acknowledge how ridiculous this one was.

Still, even without the law, Ryker knew their first time together wouldn’t be in the back of a car. He had far bigger plans for them than that.

“It’s horrible.” She embraced him again, and they both lost themselves to the passion burning between them.

They kissed and kissed. Hands wandered. Their bodies rubbed against each other. Lust was a blazing fire between them.

Ryker gave Brynleigh control for a few minutes, even though letting someone else lead wasn’t in his nature. Eventually, though, he needed more. He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips, and a groan ran through him as she parted them, granting him access.

At his first taste of her, his hand on her hip tightened. The rightness of the moment flooded him. Brynleigh tasted like shadows, the night, and the subtlest hint of oranges.

She tasted like she was always meant to be his.

His tongue swept through her mouth and grazed her fangs. The sound that left her lips was utterly delectable, and she ground herself against him wantonly.

At that moment, Ryker knew he would never kiss another woman again. How could he?

This was it for him—she was it for him.

Any control he might have had snapped when she nipped his bottom lip. It wasn’t strong enough to draw blood, but it didn’t matter.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her leggings, seeking the warmth hidden between her legs. She moaned, her head arching and exposing the column of her neck as he ran the back of his knuckles against her sensitive flesh.

“Ry, don’t tease me.” She shifted in his lap.

He kissed her. “What do you want?”

He knew what he wanted but wouldn’t do anything without her consent.

Her eyes darkened as they met his. “Touch me.”

Those words. He’d fantasized about hearing her say them since their very first date. How could he deny her?

Capturing her lips with his once more, Ryker swept aside her underwear and ran his fingers over her. Touching. Teasing. He went everywhere except that warm heat that beckoned to him.

Brynleigh bucked. “Please, Ryker.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. He slid one finger into her inviting warmth, letting the heat from her core envelope him. He groaned against her lips. She was so tight and wet and fucking perfect.

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