Page 40 of Howling Night

His hands moved to cup my face, thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he brought his lips to mine. Each stroke of his tongue against mine sent sparks through my body, pooling low in my stomach with a heat I couldn’t ignore.

I reached up, sliding my hands to his shoulders and pushing off his shirt. The dim light revealed the sculpted planes of his chest, shoulders, and abdomen, and I ran my hands over his warm skin, feeling the strength beneath.

Ryder’s fingers found the hem of my shirt, drawing it upward with agonizing slowness as if he were purposefully torturing himself. His knuckles brushed against my skin as he went, leaving trails of fire. When he finally pulled it over my head, I felt exposed but thoroughly enjoying the way he looked at me… like I was something precious and delicate. Breakable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed my shoulder.

His hands skimmed down my sides, curving around the sides of my breasts and resting at my hips before he pulled me against him again. The feel of his bare chest against mine drew a small gasp from my lips.

He was so warm. Solid. Hard.

I sat down on the bed, hooking my finger in a belt loop to pull him down with me. He grinned as he carefully lowered himself down, pressing me into the mattress. He kissed down my chest, his warm, wet tongue finding my erect nipple.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

His hands moved with surprising gentleness for someone so strong, unfastening my jeans and sliding them down my legs. His fingers trailed back up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I reached between us, fumbling with his belt until I managed to get it undone.

He wiggled out of his jeans, tossing them to the floor. The heat of his skin against mine sent vibrations from my head down to my toes.

Ryder’s large hand cupped my breast, his rough palm creating the most delicious sensation against my skin. His thumb circled my nipple with torturous precision, occasionally flicking across the hardened peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

He kissed my neck and gently pinched and rolled my hard nipple between his fingers. My back arched off the bed, and every inch of my body tingled with a desperate need.

“Ryder,” I whimpered as his attention moved to my other breast, kneading the soft flesh before focusing on the neglected nipple.

He alternated between feather-light touches that made me squirm to firm strokes that almost brought me over the edge. His eyes remained locked with mine, watching me respond to his every touch, my chest rising and falling with increasingly ragged breaths.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, discovering places I never knew could feel so sensitive. When his fingers finally slid between my legs, I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily against his touch as my fingers dug into the sheets.

“How does that feel?” he groaned.

“Oh, perfect. Please, don’t stop,” I begged, my voice catching as his fingers moved in slow, delicious circles.

His mouth claimed mine as he gently circled my clit, swallowing my moans as pleasure built inside me. Growing… and growing. I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling his long, hard cock against my palm.

“Oh, Everly,” he groaned against my neck as I stroked him. “Careful.”

My heart hammered against my ribs as Ryder’s fingers worked their magic between my legs. I arched my back, pressing myself harder against his hand, desperate for my release.

Ryder kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my breast, sucking my nipple in his warm, wet mouth before moving to my stomach. Each press of his lips left me more desperate than the last. I didn’t even know how much longer I could hold on before I came.

He moved between my legs, his strong hands gripping my thighs and gently parting them. His lips moved up my inner thigh, stopping to look up at me with lust blazing in his eyes.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured, as his breath teased my skin.

I propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to see his face. The sight of him looking up at me from between my legs nearly undid me completely.

“Oh, god. Yes, please,” I whispered, not caring how needy or desperate I sounded.

He maintained eye contact as he lowered his mouth to me, the first touch of his tongue sending a jolt to the top of my head. I fell back against the pillows, a cry of absolute bliss ripping from my throat. My fingers found their way into his hair as I spread my legs further for him.

His tongue swirled and dipped, as if he knew exactly what I needed. I slid my hand up my stomach, my fingers finding my nipple impossibly hard.

“Ryder,” I breathed, my thighs trembling. “I need you.”

“Go ahead,” he said, breaking slightly.

“I want to feel you,” I said, biting my lip.

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