Page 63 of Face Me Off

We’ve fucked, a lot, and I’ve loved every dominant position he’s had me in, but this right here, him taking his sweet and glorious time, has a lot to be desired. The intensity in his eyes, the way he holds me, goes beyond desire. It’s as if he cherishes me and silently promises that what we have goes beyond physical pleasure. It makes me feel special, treasured even, in a way I’ve never experienced before. It makes me feel loved.

“God, Maddy,” he groans, his voice husky with raw emotion. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant as my body writhes beneath him.

Ryan’s strokes become faster and more urgent. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers tighten around the headboard slats as I lose myself in the feeling.

He kisses me then—a hot, searing kiss that steals my breath and leaves me gasping for more. His lips move against mine with an intensity that matches his powerful thrusts. I kiss him back fiercely, pouring all my pent-up feelings into it.

As the heat begins to build, he changes the pace again, his movements becoming slow and deliberate. He pulls back to look at me with a heady and unwavering gaze that I almost break.

“I don’t want this to end.” His confession comes out hushed. The raw vulnerability in his voice tugs at my heartstrings. I’ve never seen this side of Ryan before—this open, honest version of him that isn’t afraid to bare his soul to me.

And I’m gone, lost to this man who owns my body, mind, and soul.

“It doesn’t have to.” I surprise myself with the truth of my statement. We can find a way to be together despite our family. I’m tired of having my father hold everything over my head. This right here, having the man I care for more than anything in the world seated deep inside me, is all I need. We’ll figure out a way. We have to.

“Maddy,” he murmurs back, and his voice echoes that rawness right before the heat between us intensifies with each thrust. We move together, his rhythm matching mine as we lose ourselves in each other. The world outside our bubble ceases to exist; there’s just him and me and this connection we share.

He unravels me with every stroke, touch, and heated gaze. His fingers trace patterns on my skin that leave trails of electricity in their wake. He kisses me with an intensity that leaves me breathless and wanting more, always more.

Every nerve ending is on fire as I reach the brink. “Oh God, Ryan.” My back arches into him as the heated tension releasesinto mind-blowing gratification. His body stiffens above mine as he joins me in climax. Nirvana. It’s pure nirvana.

He collapses on top of me, panting, with our bodies still joined. He stares directly into my eyes. “Thanks for being my girlfriend.”

My breath catches in my throat, but I manage to say, “I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.”

Ryan’s face softens with appreciation right before his lips join mine. His kiss is soft and sweet, and I’ve never felt so wanted. He kisses my forehead right before pulling out.

He immediately unties my hands gently and pulls me against him. “We have a rare Saturday off coming up. I want to take you on a real date.”

I hold back my smile as I raise my head to look at him. After Blake had asked me about plans for Amanda, I knew they had a free night. I wanted him to ask me out, to make this real, and he just did. “We have to be discreet.”

“I’ve got that covered.”

He has it covered.That means he has thought about it. This isn’t some spur-of-the-moment decision caught in the heat of passion. I snuggle closer. I like that. I like that a little too much.

“That sounds great.” I draw circles on his forearm, happy to finally touch him.

“I’ll have some more free time during Thanksgiving.”

My body stiffens at the mention of the holiday. He notices.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m telling my parents during dinner that I’m switching my major to art.”

His head lifts. “You are?”

“Yeah, I’ve decided. After talking to my father the other day, I realized I’ll never please him.”

“There’s nothing wrong with pleasing yourself.”

I snort. Apparently, I’m immature.

“Okay, that came out wrong. But I’m totally down for watching.”

He always makes me smile. “I bet you are.”

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