Page 67 of Ryder

I giggle. “Ryder…”

“Most of these packages contain sexy lingerie. I will give them to you when I feel like it because I’m going to want to watch you come out of that bathroom every night wearing the finest lace and silk before I strip it off you and fuck you until you scream.”

My face heats at the suggestion and the crude way he speaks.

He brings the box back to center, hovering between my spread legs on his knees. “This one is different. This we need so that I can make you writhe without coming prematurely myself.”

My brow furrows. I have no idea what he’s talking about, but when he finally hands me the pretty package, I tear into it, toss the paper toward the floor, and open the nondescript box.

My breath hitches as I reach in and pull out a pair of soft light-pink leather cuffs. A tight ball forms in my stomach. Need. My pussy clenches at the thought of Ryder using these on me.

He takes them out of my hands. “Will you let me restrain you to the corners of the bed, baby?” He takes one of my wrists and fastens the soft leather around me.

I shiver. The feel of the cuff is enough to make me nearly come. I can’t breathe as he does the same to my other wrist. The cuffs feel restrictive already, and he hasn’t attached them to anything.

Ryder grabs my waist and turns me so that I’m centered on the mattress. He lifts my palms and kisses them both reverently, holding my gaze. “You’re panting, baby,” he says softly.

I nod.

“You want this, don’t you?”

I nod again.

“If you weren’t so fucking turned on by the idea, I wouldn’t do it. I like the way you react when I restrain you. You have from the moment we climbed into this bed the first night. Restraining you will heighten your arousal and keep you from touching my cock so I don’t erupt before I’m ready.”

Ryder holds my gaze while he turns the leather cuffs around my wrists with his thumbs, bringing attention to them and making me more aware of their presence.

I glance over my shoulder at the post in the corner. Should I let him attach me to that post? The thought makes me arch my chest and moan.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Ryder insists.

I look back at him, licking my lips.

“Tell me, Claire,” he demands. “Ask me to restrain you.”

Fuck, he’s intense. I’m so damn horny. I want everything with him. I could never deny him anything. I swallow and find the will to speak. “Please restrain me, Ryder.”

He bends down to give me another chaste kiss before lifting my arm over my head and attaching my wrist to the post. When he does the same on the other side, I moan. Being stretched out like this, I feel ten times more exposed.

Emotions consume me. The most important one is love.

Chapter27

Ryder

Claire is perfection. Every inch of her. I could sit here between her legs and stare at her gorgeous body all night, but I won’t leave her hanging and needy for much longer. Plus, my cock is bobbing furiously between us.

I need her. I need to be inside her and have her tight channel wrapped around my cock. I plant my hands near her breasts and lean over to kiss her lips before moving to her nipples. I suckle and flick them until she cries out with frustration.

When I’m ready, I nibble a path to her pussy and drag my tongue through her folds. She arches her hips off the bed when I suck her clit and bucks when I thrust my tongue into her pussy.

“Ryder, please… I need you inside me.”

I love that she’s begging, but I’m not going to enter her until she comes. It will help her body accept me if I take her while she’s partially sated. Returning my attention to her clit, I capture the tiny bundle of nerves with my teeth, hold it gently, and flick it with my tongue.

I ease a finger into her tight channel while she writhes. Maybe I should stretch her more, but there’s no time. She’s already coming against my mouth.

Claire makes the sexiest noises when she orgasms. She makes my cock ten times harder, too.

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