Page 80 of Cold Carnage

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward. His lips hovered just above my breast for a heartbeat before he sucked one nipple into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth contrasted with the cool air around us, creating a sensation that was almost overwhelming.

My eyes rolled back, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth on me. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, making me arch intohim. It was as if every nerve ending was alight with sensation, drawing me deeper into the moment.

The rhythm of his sucking and gentle bites drove me wild, each movement stoking the fire building inside me. I couldn't think, couldn't speak—there was only the raw vigor of what he was doing to me.

Every soft moan that escaped my lips seemed to encourage him further, driving him to explore more deeply with his tongue and lips. The pressure of his mouth increased slightly, adding a layer of ferocity that made my toes curl in response.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I lost myself in the sensation. Every brush of his tongue sent another wave of pleasure through me, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.

Ryker’s mouth left my breast, and the cool air made me shiver. I watched him move to the other nipple, anticipation coursing through me. His tongue flicked against it, and I felt a surge of wetness between my legs, more intense than before.

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. The heat from his mouth, combined with the cool air on my skin, created a contrast that made me press closer to him.

His hands began to move again, sliding up my skirt with deliberate slowness. The fabric bunched around his wrists as he inched higher and higher until his fingers brushed against my soaked panties. A soft whimper escaped me before I could stop it.

"Shh," he admonished softly, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

I bit down harder on my lip, determined not to make another sound. His fingers pressed against the wet fabric of my panties, teasing me with gentle strokes that made it hard to breathe. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I found myself arching into his touch.

Ryker's thumb brushed over the sensitive spot at the apex of my thighs, drawing another whimper from me despite my efforts to stay quiet. The friction of the wet fabric against my skin was maddening, every touch sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His other hand moved up to cup my breast again, fingers rolling the nipple he'd just abandoned. The dual sensations—his mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other—were almost too much. My breath came in short gasps as I tried to keep control, but it was slipping away with each passing second.

I felt his fingers slide beneath the edge of my panties, brushing against the slick heat there. The contact made me gasp softly, and I bit down harder on my lip to keep from crying out. His touch was gentle but insistent, exploring with a confidence that left no room for hesitation.

Every movement of his hand seemed designed to drive me wild, each stroke drawing me closer to a breaking point I wasn't sure I could withstand. The tension coiled tighter within me, a hot knot of need that demanded release.

But Ryker seemed content to keep me on edge, teasing me with slow, deliberate touches that left me trembling in his arms.

I clung to his shoulders, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The heat coiled tighter and tighter, every touch amplifying the intensity.

His thumb pressed against my clit, circling with a pressure that made my vision blur. I felt the climax building, a wave of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. My body tensed, every muscle coiled in anticipation.

When it hit, it was like an explosion. Pleasure radiated out from my core, every nerve ending igniting in a burst of sensation. I bit down on my lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape, my body arching into Ryker's touch as I rode out the waves of ecstasy.

His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, drawing out the climax until I was trembling and spent. I slowly descended from the high, my body still shuddering with aftershocks.

Ryker watched me intently, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a raw hunger in his gaze that sent another shiver down my spine. He slowly withdrew his fingers from me, the movement deliberate and sensual.

I watched, transfixed, as he brought his fingers to his mouth. His eyes held mine as he slid them between his lips, tasting me with a slow, deliberate motion that made my breath catch. The sight was incredibly intimate, sending another jolt of desire through me despite the lingering aftershocks of my climax.

Even after everything we’d just done—everything I’d just experienced—I found myself wanting him even more. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that spoke of possession and need that echoed my own desires.

His thumb brushed against my cheek once more before he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that tasted of me and something darker—something primal. It was a reminder of everything we’d just shared and everything still simmering beneath the surface.

Ryker's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that mirrored my own. I felt his hardness pressing against me. An idea formed in my mind, wicked and daring. I wanted to see him unravel, to leave him as undone as he had left me.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid down to my knees, never breaking eye contact. His eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. I reached for his belt, fingers working deftly to unbuckle it and slide it free. The metallic clink echoed in the room, a prelude to what was coming next.

Ryker's hands clenched into fists at his sides as I unzipped his pants and reached inside, pulling out his cock. It was hard and heavy in my hand, the heat of it sending a thrill through me. His jaw tightened, but he didn't make a sound—at least not until I took him into my mouth.

The moment my lips wrapped around him, Ryker let out a low moan that reverberated through the quiet room.

"Uh uh uh," I admonished softly, pulling back just enough to speak. "Keep quiet, Mr. Kane."

His jaw clenched tighter at my words, the muscles working beneath the skin as he struggled to comply. I could see the effort it took for him to remain silent, and it only spurred me on.

With a teasing slowness, I took him back into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked gently. The taste of him filled my senses, mingling with the lingering thrill of our earlier encounter. Each movement of my tongue drew another muted sound from Ryker, though he fought valiantly to keep quiet.

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