Page 140 of A Game of Love and Betrayal

Did he require air to breathe? Did water run through his veins? Was he completely in love with this woman?

“Fucking yes,” he groaned, both wanting her to continue forever and needing her to stop before he made an utter fool of himself.

She chuckled as if she knew where his mind had gone.

“Enough.” Ryker couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her hips and, with a swift maneuver, landed them both in the middle of the bed.

Brynleigh blinked innocently as if she hadn’t just had his cock in her hands. “What’s wrong?”

This vampire would be the death of him. He could feel it now. But he would gladly die a happy man if it meant he got to be with her.

She reached across the bed as if to touch him again, and he growled. Capturing both her wrists with one hand, he lifted them above her head and held them there. She looked positively beddable, stretched out before him.

He wanted to lick and suck and taste every single part of her.

“If you keep touching me like that, this will be over before it starts,” he warned.

“Oh?” A brow rose, and Ryker could’ve sworn a glint of amusement entered Brynleigh’s eyes. “Is that so?”

He nipped her lip for her impish reply. Settling his hips against hers, he pinned her to the mattress. “It is, and it’s not how I intend this evening to go.”

She wiggled, bringing her core dangerously close to him. “Oh? How did you think it would go?”

His wife was such a tease. Did she think she was in control here? That was not the case.

Keeping Brynleigh’s wrists up high, Ryker slipped his hand between them, finding her clit and pressing gently. She gasped, arching her back into his touch.

“Something like this.” There was no hiding the masculine pride in his voice.

She moaned beneath him, her words a mess of gibberish as he circled his thumb. Every soft moan, every gasp, sent a thrill through him. Yes, this was what he’d imagined. He’d dreamed about how she’d come on his fingers since their stolen moments in the car.

He wouldn’t stop there tonight, though.

Ryker bent his head and kissed his bride as he slid a finger into her heat. She was so wet and tight. He groaned, moving his hand slowly. She gasped. He added another finger, loving how she cried out against his lips as he curled them just so.

Brynleigh moaned his name, and his cock became almost unbearably hard. Had his name ever sounded as perfect as it did at that very moment? He thought not.

He added more pressure on her clit and sucked her bottom lip.

She panted, “So close.”

“That’s it, love. Come for me. Scream. Let them all hear how I make you feel.” He punctuated each word with a kiss as she writhed beneath him, desperately seeking her release.

Brynleigh’s words were a steady stream of nearly incoherent babble as he drew her closer and closer to the edge.

More.

Please.

Don’t stop.

Fuck me.

Ry.

That last one was his favorite. And when she yelled his name as she came, her tight walls clenching around his fingers, he knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Lifting his fingers from her soaking core, he licked them clean as she watched with wide eyes. “You taste incredible,” he told her smugly.

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