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Chapter 54

Guinevere

Ryker's mouth descends on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I can feel the raw power and urgency in his touch, his need to possess and dominate.

I can feel all of the anger, hurt, and betrayal begin to melt away as Ryker's kiss deepens. My hands find his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles as I respond to his touch. His tongue traces the contours of my mouth, tasting, exploring, demanding a response.

Breaking the kiss, he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. “Say you believe me, Gwen,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me you know I'd never hurt you like that.”

My eyes flutter closed as I feel his teeth nip at my sensitive earlobe. “I believe you, Ryker,” I whisper, my body already trembling for him.

Ryker's hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me against him so I can feel every hard inch of his desire. “You're the only one, Gwen,” he whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my panties wet as his lips brush against my ear. “I've never wanted anyone else the way I want you. I ache for you, only you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the want for him building in my core.

Ryker's mouth finds mine again, his hands roaming over my body, mapping every curve as if to brand me as his own. My dress begins to slide down my shoulders, baring my soft, tan skin to him.

He leaves kisses down my neck, pausing to suck gently on the sensitive skin, leaving his mark.

I let out a soft moan as my head falls back to give him better access. His teeth graze my collarbone, his hands smoothing over my thighs, inching upwards.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Gwen,” he mutters against my skin as I pant. “How much I need to be inside you.”

My breath quickens as his fingers trace the edges of my lace panties. “Show me,” I tell him, my voice thick with need.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs. I step out of them, my body on fire with anticipation. Ryker's eyes darken with desire as his eyes move up and down my bare, willing body.

Lifting me into his arms, he kisses me as he walks over to the large desk that sits in the back of the room in front of a grand bookcase. He places me on the desk, spreading my legs to settle between them.

I gasp as I feel the cool wood against my back, my breasts heaving with each rapid breath. Ryker's hands caress my thighs, spreading me open to his hungry gaze.

“So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my wetness. “And so fucking mine.”

I whimper as I feel his hot breath on my sensitive core, my hips involuntarily lifting in invitation. Ryker obliges, his tongue sliding between my lips. He moans at the first lick, his hands gripping my thighs as he delves deeper, exploring me with slow, deliberate strokes.

My inhibitions have flown straight out the window. We should talk more. But I can’t even think straight with his mouth on me.

Tangling my hands in his hair, I hold him to my pussy as waves of pleasure crash through me. Ryker licks and sucks, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit. I reach up to pinch one of my nipples, loving the way my senses are heightened.

I’m writhing beneath him, my body arching as an orgasm builds within me.

Ryker must sense my impending release, because he begins to flick his tongue faster, and he sticks two large fingers into my pussy making me cry out. My body tenses as my orgasm rips through me. Ryker doen't stop, his tongue relentless as he drives me towards another climax.

I’m panting and trying to catch my breath. “Ryker...please...” I moan. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“So needy, Rebel. So desperate for my cock,” he pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of me. They glisten with my wetness, and when Ryker brings them to my lips, his hooded eyes darken. “Suck,” he orders.

I open my mouth and he shoves his fingers in. I suck his fingers, and my pussy clenches. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done, and I think I love it.

“You want me, baby?” he asks in his deep, smoky voice. I nod, because I’ve lost the ability to say words.

Ryker's eyes smolder as he rises to his feet, the outline of his erection evident through his jeans. He sheds his clothes slowly, sensually, revealing his chiseled body and thick, hard length. The bruises that once covered his side from his rugby accident are no longer visible.

He positions himself at my entrance, his breath ragged with lust and desire.

With a smooth, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, claiming me with a savage growl. I cry out at the feeling of fullness, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Ryker begins to move, his hips snapping as he drives into me again and again.

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