Page 60 of Moros

“I thought we were having fun.”

“I just—please?”

Nodding, I backed off.

I tugged the ties apart, ripping them and discarding the pieces behind me. Once I had her arms free, I drew her into my chest.

“I’m sorry.” I managed against her hair. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me—I wasn’t afraid.”

Ryanne moved her head so that her forehead was now resting to my chin. Her body was bare and warm and trembling in my arms. Without thinking, I reached for the blanket on the back of the sofa and drew it around her shoulders.

“Let me run you a bathe.” I suggested. “Um—I know Pasha has?—”

“Can you not say her name right now?” Ryanne’s voice was trembling. “I just want to be in a room with you for once where she’s not in.”

“She’s not—” I stopped. “I get it.”

We sat silently for a little longer before I thought to set her on the sofa to go start the bath. Ryanne clung to me—her fingers tightened when I tried again to set her down.

“A bath will make you feel better.” I promised. “I’ll only be gone for a second.”

“That’s not it.” She breathed hotly against me. “I want you.”

“Ryanne—”

“I want you.” Her voice was stronger. “I want all of you. Every—inch—I mean, you might have to be a little more tender than you’d like?—”

When I hesitated, she kissed me—a few swirls of her tongue had me back into that place where I had her tied up on my sofa.

Instead, I swallow the almost primal urges in me, brought her into my arms and slowly entered her.

Yes, I was her first.

Yes, it drove me crazy even though I felt as if I didn’t deserve that.

I took my time with her, trying to ease some of the pain I knew she was feeling with me so deep inside of her. Still, once she was ready, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and braced down to slowly ride me.

My eyes crossed and I pressed my face into her hair, fighting to let her take and keep control.

“It’s your turn.” She whispered, sexily in my ear. “I want you to come for me.”

“Ryanne, I?—”

“Don’t argue, Moros.”

I moaned.

Her using my callsign shouldn’t be this sexy. It shouldn’t make me want to burn the world to make her make me come.

Biting into my bottom lip, I leaned my head back to stare into her eyes as she framed my face.

“Don’t look away.” Ryanne demanded softly. “Look into my eyes—I want to see what happens when you?—”

I slid deeply into her, and she came for me.

Panting, she rested her forehead to my chin.

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