Page 17 of Snatched Up By the Cartel

"Take me home," Rylan whispered, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and something more. "My home. Tonight, we're going to sleep well."

I nodded, my hands still cupping his cheeks. First time going to see his home and I was excited, to say the least. What did it look like? I could only wonder — for now.

"Your wish is my command, little omega," I said, my voice low and rough. I wanted to take him to his home as soon as possible, to claim him, and make him mine. Those things were all going to happen now.

And so, we went there. Rylan's penthouse apartment was a far cry from the stark prison cell I had just left behind. Even though it was only a few hours after I left that place for good, it already felt as though all those things happened in another life.

The spacious living area was bathed in soft, natural light, the furnishings elegant and comfortable. It was such a cozy place. I could imagine myself spending hours here, not doing anything worthwhile, just enjoying myself.

My eyes widened as I took in the luxurious surroundings, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of prison life. I felt so much lighter being here. I knew that having a lot of money was good, but I didn't think it could be so much so. I wished I had saved up more money before I was locked up.

Rylan led me further inside, his hand in mine, his touch warm and arousing. I knew what he was thinking and I was thinking the same thing.

"This is it," he said softly, his eyes flicking to me, gauging my reaction. "Home."

I nodded, my gaze taking in the opulence around me. Indeed, this was home. It was the best place for both of us.

It was a world away from the life I knew, a world of wealth and privilege that was foreign to me. When I was actively working for the cartel, I didn't have as much luxury as what I was seeing.

But in that moment, all I could think about was claiming what was mine. I could only think about Rylan, and I knew he could only think about me as well. We were two halves of the same shared love.

I turned to him, my eyes burning with intensity. "You," I said, my voice rough. "You are mine. Now and forever."

He shivered at my words, his eyes darkening with desire. He didn't feel hesitant about going on with this. He really wanted it as much as I did. "Yours," he whispered, his lips parting as he breathed the word.

And, God, the way he said it was so sexy. I wanted him to say it again, over and over. I wanted him to keep saying it until I was tired of hearing it.

I crushed my lips to his, my arms tightening around him, my need for him overwhelming. I pressed his body against mine as tightly as possible. I didn't want to stop doing that for anything.

Our kisses were hungry, desperate, as if we were starving for each other. And, we might as well have been feeling that way. We actually didn't spend so much time away from each other, but it had still been enough to hurt us.

I backed him against a wall, my hands roaming his body, mapping every curve, every dip and hollow. His skin was soft and his body was ready for my touch.

Rylan's hands were just as eager, tugging at my shirt, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. He wanted all of me without anything being in the way. I certainly felt the same way.

I groaned, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. I was desperate. I could barely wait.

The fabric slid away, baring his chest, his skin smooth and pale. He was so pretty, especially in this place. He was already an eye candy when we were in prison, but here… Here his beauty was but potentialized.

I leaned down, my lips tasting the salty sweetness of his skin, my tongue tracing patterns that made him shiver. He pressed his body against mine, needing more of me.

Rylan's hands slid down my back, his fingers deftly undoing my pants. I felt them moving, exploring every part of me. His desperation showed.

I stepped back, kicking my pants away, my eyes never leaving his. I glanced at my pants and thought I would never wear them again.

I wanted to savor Rylan, to explore every inch of his body, but the need burning within me demanded more. And, I didn't even know if it was possible to have more. There was only so much of him I could have.

I lifted the omega, my hands under his knees and shoulders, and carried him to the nearby bedroom. I could actually do what I was going to do anywhere. It didn't have to be his bedroom. I only took him there because it was the closest to us.

The room was bathed in soft, golden light, the bed large and inviting. It was such a good place for us. It was perfect. It was like it had been made for us.

I laid him down, my body covering his, our gazes locked, our breaths coming in short gasps. He could only see me. He didn't even dare to glance at the sides of us. What was happening out of our bubble didn't matter.

I kissed him, my hands roaming his body, my touch possessive, claiming every inch of him as mine. It was different this time, and it was possibly like that thanks to us being in such a cozy place.

Rylan arched beneath me, his hands tangling in my hair, his legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. He knew what he wanted and couldn't let go of it.

I wanted to take my time, to explore every inch of his body, but the need was too great. I thought I was going to do this slowly, but I couldn't.

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