Page 80 of Savage Loyalty

"Does that feel good?" Ryder murmured, his voice low and husky in my ear.

"Yes," I gasped, barely able to form words as he continued his ministrations. "Don't stop."

Ryder's lips found my neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat. His teeth grazed my pulse point, and I shuddered, a jolt of electricity shooting straight to my core.

My fingers tangled in his hair as he continued his sensual assault. Ryder's hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He pressed me against the wall, his muscular form pinning me in place.

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "All mine."

"Tell me who you belong to," Ryder demanded, his voice husky with need.

"You," I breathed. "Only you, Ryder."

His lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, stealing my breath away. I melted into him, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. When we finally broke apart, panting, his eyes were dark with passion.

"Only I get to touch you like this," Ryder said, his tone possessive. "Only I get to make you feel this way."

His fingers probed deeper, stroking me from within. I gasped as he added a second finger, stretching me deliciously. Ryder began to pump his fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm that had me writhing against the shower wall.

"That's it," he purred. "Let go for me, Delilah."

His thumb circled my sensitive bud as his fingers curled inside me, hitting just the right spot. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core with each thrust of his fingers. I clung to his shoulders, my legs trembling as the sensations intensified.

Ryder's lips found my breast, suckling and teasing as his fingers worked their magic. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. I felt myself climbing higher and higher, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Ryder, please," I whimpered.

"What do you need, Delilah?" he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"I need... I need..." The words caught in my throat as his clever fingers intensified their ministrations. Stars burst behind my eyelids as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My back arched off the bed as I cried out his name, my release finally washing through me in pulsing waves.

Ryder held me close as I shuddered and gasped, peppering soft kisses along my collarbone. As the aftershocks subsided, I felt boneless and sated. He brushed damp strands of hair from my forehead, gazing at me with tender affection.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said softly. Then went to work washing my body again.

His hands moved gently, the warm water cascading over my skin as he worked. The soft sponge glided across my shoulders, leaving trails of fragrant soap bubbles in its wake. I closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh as the tension began to melt away.

He took extra care around the scrapes and bruises, his touch feather-light as he cleaned away the dirt and grime. The bathroom filled with steam, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth. Rivulets ran down my back, carrying away the day's troubles.

"There now," he murmured, fingers working through my tangled hair. "Almost done." The shampoo's lavender scent enveloped me as he massaged my scalp, easing the lingering headache.

When he was finished, he wrapped me in a fluffy towel, rubbing my arms to warm me. The soft terry cloth tickled my skin, and I felt myself relaxing into its embrace. Droplets of water trickled down my neck, leaving cool trails that made me shiver slightly.

He guided me to sit on the edge of his bed while he found a T-shirt.

"Here, this should be comfortable," he said, helping me guide my arms through the sleeves.

The shirt engulfed me, hanging loose on my smaller frame. It smelled like him - a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Ryder. I inhaled deeply, savoring the comforting scent.

Ryder knelt before me, gently toweling my hair dry. His fingers worked through the damp strands, careful not to tug or pull. The repetitive motion was soothing, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy.

“Lie down,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate deep in my chest. “You need sleep, Kitten.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him there was too much running through my mind for rest to come, but his steady presence and the warmth of his care chipped away at my resolve. With his help, I shifted back onto the bed, my head sinking into the pillow. His shirt was like a cocoon, wrapping me in a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in days.

Ryder stood and pulled the blanket up over me, tucking it around my shoulders. “I’ll be right here,” he murmured, brushing a gentle kiss against my temple.

I let out a soft sigh, my eyes fluttering shut as his scent, his touch, and his voice wove a cocoon around me. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. I felt him, steady and unshakable, holding the pieces together. And as sleep claimed me, I held onto that hope like a lifeline.

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