Page 19 of Exiled Mate

I need him, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to have him.

Rylan responds to that little comment with a feral sound, and I shut my eyes as he pushes two thick fingers inside me. “Terra. Fuck,” he spits.

I like him like this.

“More, Rylan,” I whisper. He pulls his hand back, and I stare up at him. “I want everything,” I plead.

Slowly, he holds his hand up to his face. He licks the moisture from his fingers before he tugs down his gray sweatpants.

His cock is everything that I remember. He leans back, kneeling while he looks at me. His hand grips the smooth length, and I watch as he makes one long, lazy run up the thick column.

My mouth is practically watering. I open my legs wider, and I look up at him through my lashes.

Rylan’s lips twist in a smile. “Is this what you want, Terra?”

“Yes,” I say. I’m not playing games today.

Rylan leans forward and notches himself at my entrance. I breathe, anticipating this feeling.

Nothing that I remember, however, prepares me for how he feels.

I throw my head back and gasp.

“Rylan,” I manage to get out. “You’re so…”

“You can take me, baby,” he whispers.

I shut my eyes as his hands palm my breasts and as he presses inward. When he reaches down to play with my clit, my mouth opens in surprise.

He takes the opportunity to lean down and seal his mouth over mine. He steals my breath as he continues to squeeze in, and when he finally makes it the whole way to the hilt, we’re both panting.

The kiss ends, and Rylan pulls back. I open my eyes. Our gazes lock.

Then, he moves.

While Rylan pumps himself in and out of me, his eyes never leave mine. We don’t speak. We don’t say anything. Our bodies move in a perfect rhythm, but I’m more focused on the connection we share.

It shakes me to my core.

I’m so drawn into Rylan that I almost miss the orgasm that curls over my body. I lean forward and pull Rylan down into my shoulder, hugging him close as wave after wave of energy explodes over me.

Rylan comes seconds after I do. He grunts, holding me tight to his chest, clutching me like he never wants to let me go. In that moment, I don’t want him to.

Together, we lay on the little bed, breathing, our chests rising and falling in rhythm.

I turn slightly so Rylan can’t see my face. I don’t need him to see the tears falling off of my cheeks.

This was supposed to be closure. But I have a very bad feeling that whatever just happened was nothing like closure.

I think I might have set myself up to have my heart broken.

Again.

Chapter 6

Rylan

With Terra curled in my arms, I doubt every single part of the plan that I’ve made.

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