Page 16 of Wilder Obsessions

I feel myself blush, the night’s atmosphere shifting from uncertain tension to something warm and inviting.“I guess we’ll see how far that trust goes, won’t we?”

“Are you ready to ride?”His expression turns serious, eyes locking onto mine, expectations brewing in the air like a thunderstorm brewing behind a window.

“Ready?I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before.What if I fall?”

He leans closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.“Then I’ll catch you, I promise.”

I hesitate only for a moment before climbing onto the seat, a tingle of exhilaration replacing my fear.He gently places a helmet over my head, pulling the chin strap tight as if to ensure my safety.I can smell his leather jacket—an intoxicating mix of musky scent and adventure—as he shrugs out of it and drapes it over my shoulders.

“Here, put this on.I don’t want you to get a chill,” he says, his voice low and smooth, wrapping around me like a spell.

I chuckle nervously, trying to hide the way my heart flips as Wilder’s fingers brush against my arms.“If I freeze, it’ll be from fear, not cold!”

He grins, a cocky glint in his eyes.“Then hold on tight.”

With a roaring engine, Wilder brings the bike to life, the vibrations transmitting through my body.As we surge forward, the world blurs—a kaleidoscope of city lights and swirling shadows.

“What do you think?”Wilder shouts over the wind, the exhilaration in his voice cutting through my initial apprehension.

“I think it’s amazing!”I shout back, laughter bubbling up as the wind rushes past us.The streets open like a pathway through the dark, leading to places I have never imagined going.My heart thunders in my chest, a rhythm that matches the purr of the bike racing through my veins.

But buried beneath the thrill is a deeper, more primal need.Suddenly, I am achy and yearning for Wilder in a way I never thought I would want a man again.A longing as potent as the magic I feel buzzing in the air.I clench my thighs against his sides, hoping the friction will douse the insatiable fire building within me.But instead, it only intensifies the energy between us.

“Keep doing that, Starlight,” he growls, molten desire lacing his tone, wrapping around me like an embrace, “and we won’t make it back to my penthouse before I have to stop and bend you over this bike to pound into that pussy.”

His words stoke the flames of my desire, igniting my senses in a way I had long since forgotten.

Every thrust of the bike’s engine synchronizes with the pounding in my chest, each twist in the road mirroring the spirals of my yearning.The night teems with possibilities, and with Wilder’s warm laughter and whispered promises chasing the wind, I feel like I am unearthing a part of myself I thought was lost.

Taking in a sharp breath of exhilarating freedom, I turn and wrap my arms tighter around his torso, surrendering myself completely to this wild ride and to him.The city lights dance around us like ethereal spirits, urging us toward an adventure that feels both dangerous and deliciously inevitable.

Chapter Five

Wilder

By the time we pullinto my private parking garage, I’m feral with need.Arwen’s thighs rubbing against me and the delicious smell of her pussy has been the ultimate torture.The soft hum of the engine fades as I cut the ignition, but the heat between us ignites, palpable and raw, buzzing like electric energy.

---