Page 41 of Howling Night

He flicked my clit with his tongue. “You think I can’t make you come again?”

“I’ve never had more than?—”

“Well, you’re about to.”

His words were almost enough to send me over the edge, a delicious promise that made every nerve ending in my body fire at once. I’d never been with someone who seemed so determined to utterly unravel me, and so confident in his ability to do so.

As Ryder’s tongue worked against me with precise, deliberate strokes, I couldn’t help but lose myself completely. Each swirl and flick sent tremors through my body, building a pressure deep inside that threatened to shatter me entirely.

My fingers tightened in his hair, my hips moving in rhythm with his mouth as if my body had developed a mind of its own, chasing the release that was so tantalizingly close.

“Oh god, Ryder,” I gasped, my back arching off the bed when he sucked my clit between his lips while sliding a finger inside me.

I clenched around his finger as he curled it upward, finding a spot that made my breath catch. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, my breath coming in short, desperate pants as I teetered on the edge.

It hit me like a tidal wave… pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, radiating outward until every inch of my being was consumed by it. I cried out as my body convulsed with the intense orgasm that ripped through me with unexpected force.

My consciousness narrowed to nothing but sensation, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me as Ryder continued his relentless attention, drawing out my climax until I was whimpering, oversensitive, and utterly spent. I’d never come so hard in my life, never felt so completely undone by another person’s touch.

But it wasn’t done. Something he was doing quickly made something in the background start up again.

Ryder got to his knees and hoisted up my hips to meet him. He pushed inside, and we both froze.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

He moved slowly, each movement careful and agonizingly deep. My hands clutched the pillows as I weakly writhed beneath him. There was something almost magical about the way he seemed to know exactly how to move, to make me gasp and shudder beneath him.

His eyes started to glow, and his hair seemed to stand on end as if it were growing. It should have frightened me, but it only excited me more to see what was happening to him.

I didn’t want to take my eyes off him, but my body abruptly tensed as if I had no control over it. My eyes closed, and I came so hard it felt like I was being propelled into another dimension.

I bit my lip, and my head pressed back against the pillow. “Oh my god!”

“Fuck,” he said as a raw, almost animalist sound escaped his throat. He rolled his hips, nearly growling.

I watched Ryder’s face transform as his release took hold of him. His eyes, still glowing that ethereal blue, widened before squeezing shut. His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck straining as he threw his head back.

His whole body tensed above me, trembling with the force of his orgasm. I’d never seen anything so beautiful, so raw and unguarded, as Ryder in that moment of complete surrender.

After the last waves passed through him, he carefully lowered himself onto the bed beside me. He threw one arm over his eyes as if hiding them.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he worked to catch his breath. I turned on my side, propping myself up on an elbow to study him.

His hair, which had seemed to stand on end, was now settled back in place, although damp with sweat. Even though he was hiding them, I could see Ryder’s eyes had dimmed, but they hadn’t quite returned to their normal state.

He looked… stunned, as if he had just witnessed something impossible. A smile quickly spread across my face at the sight of him.

“Stop looking at me,” he said.

“Was it good?” I asked softly, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with my fingertip.

Ryder lowered his arm from his eyes and turned his head to look at me. For a moment, he just stared, as if searching for words that wouldn’t come.

“Everly,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.” He shook his head slightly, still seeming dazed. “Nothing comes close. Not even remotely.”

“I know what you mean,” I said with a sigh. I curled up into his arm, closing my eyes. “And see, I’m in one piece. Fine and dandy. You didn’t break me in half.”

“I was careful,” he said, his voice low.

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