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“Only mine,” he growls. “No one else’s.”

“Yes, yes. Only yours,” I assure him.

Ryker thrusts into me hard. Once, twice, three times, and I’m about to lose it.

“And I’m yours…” he tells me, his voice softer than before. My heart skips a beat. He’s mine. Ryker Steele, the man that has never been seen in a relationship is giving himself to me. And that feels better than anything I could have imagined.

“I want everyone on this campus to know that you, Guinevere Sharpe, are my girlfriend, and I’m your boyfriend,” he thrusts again, and this time he hits spot that sends me over the fucking edge of the tallest cliff.

My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock as my orgasm rips through me. Ryker's hips snap up to meet me, his hands gripping my ass as he moves faster, harder.

“Yesss, baby,” he hisses. “Come for me, Gwen. Show me how good it feels.”

His words send bolts of electricity through me, and I cry out, my body shaking as my walls pulse around him. Ryker follows, his cock twitching as he releases himself deep inside me.

I fall forward, careful not to hit Ryker’s chest too hard, laying my head on his shoulder. A light sheen of sweat covers us both as our heavy breathing slows down.

Ryker’s chest rises and falls with his breathing as he leaves a light kiss on my temple.

I roll off of him, landing on my back beside him. Staring at the ceiling, I try to think of something to say, but there are literally no words to describe what just happened.

I have never in my life been so turned on, and I certainly never knew that sex could be this fun.

Chapter 44

Guinevere

Lying next to Ryker feels like home.

My head moves up and down with the rhythm of Ryker’s slow breaths as I lay on his shoulder with my leg draped over his.

Even with the bandage on, he looks toned and sculpted, with little to no imperfections. I trace my finger over his collarbone and above his bandage. A reminder that he’s not as invincible as he thinks he is.

Guilt seeps into my chest as I think about how I wasn’t able to see him in the hospital. Does he think I didn’t care enough to check on him?

“I tried to visit you…” I whisper softly. “In the hospital. I came, but your brother turned me away. He told me your parents were there and that it wasn’t a good idea.”

Ryker’s body stiffens. For a moment, I wonder if it was the mention of his brother turning me away or the mention of his parents that made him react.

He doesn’t reply, so I continue.

“Is there a reason it wasn’t a good idea? Would your parents not approve of me?” I ask hesitantly. I may not be poor, but I’m certainly not Steele level rich. From what I know about the Elite’s they usually have strict rules on who they can and cannot be with. Many still follow the archaic idea of arranged marriages.

I have a feeling I wouldn’t be the girl Ryker’s parents would pick for him. I have no title, no status in society. I am no one special.

Ryker clears his throat. “My father has this notion that I must marry a woman of status. Meaning, the daughter of a legacy Elite, or someone from a high society family,” he sighs. “It’s ridiculous and obsolete, but it’s what has been expected for generations.”

My stupid heart skips at the prospect of marriage, not that I’m at all ready for that yet, but it does sound nice.

Leaning on my elbow, I hover over him. His eyes meet mine, and I smile. Ryker cocks an eyebrow and smirks.

“I didn’t expect you to be smiling after I told you how ancient my father’s thoughts are,” he teases. I flip my hair behind my shoulder dramatically and pretend to examine my nails, my lips pursed.

I’ve never really told anyone this because it hasn’t come up, and I don’t think it matters much, because I am not a man.

“Gwen…” Ryker’s voice is deep with warning.

“I may or may not be an Elite Legacy…” I tell him, biting the inside of my cheek. Ryker searches my face for a moment, his emerald eyes widening when he realizes I’m not kidding.

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