Page 94 of One Spicy Summer

Not tonight.

Tonight, I need him.All of him.

"I’m right here, Ry," I whisper. "I’m not going anywhere." A rough, broken sound escapes him. And then he’s kissing me again, desperate, consuming, like he’s trying to climb inside my skin and stay there forever.

His hands are everywhere, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples until they pebble painfully.I arch into him, gasping his name like a prayer. He backs me toward the bed, lowering me down onto the mattress with agonizing slowness. Then he steps back, stripping his shirt the rest of the way off, and fuck, he’s gorgeous.All hard muscle, and scars, and pent-up hunger.

My gaze drops to the tent in his jeans, and I lick my lips without thinking.

He notices.

Of course he does.

“Take them off, Princess,” he growls, voice rougher than gravel. "Show me how much you still want me."

I tremble under the weight of his gaze, but I obey, hooking my thumbs into the sides of my shorts and sliding them down my legs.It feels like a confession, the way he watches me.

No shame. No judgment. Just pure, unfilteredneed.

When I’m finally bare before him, he exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath for years.

“Fuck, Presley,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to keep from losing control. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I smile, slow and wicked. "Good," I whisper. “Maybe I'll bring you back to life while I'm at it.”

His restraint snaps like a frayed wire. He’s on me in an instant, carefully pushing my thighs apart with his broad shoulders, burying his face between my legs without hesitation.

The first swipe of his tongue rips a moan straight from my soul.I writhe, gasping, hands tangling in his hair as he devours me like a starving man.

“God,” I sob, grinding shamelessly against his mouth. “Ry... please…”

He hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body, and grips my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he feasts on me like I'm the only meal he's ever wanted. "I missed this taste," he growls between licks. “Missed the way you fall apart for me.”

I’m already close, already teetering on the edge, but Rygaard’s not about to let me fall just yet. He pulls back, lips glistening, eyes dark with a promise that makes my toes curl. “I want you to come when I'm inside you,” he says roughly. “Want to feel you break for me.”

I whimper,beg, reaching for him like I’ll die if I don't have him inside me now.

He shoves his jeans down, not even bothering to fully kick them off, and crawls over me, pressing the thick, heavy length of him right against my soaked entrance.

His forehead drops to mine.

Our eyes lock.

And for a moment, everything else falls away.

Just me.Just him.Just us.

"You sure, Princess?" he rasps, voice wrecked and reverent. "You sure you want this?"

I cup his face, thumbs brushing the stubble on his jaw. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life," I whisper. "Take me, Ry. Make me yours again."

A tortured groan rips from his chest, and then he’s sliding inside me, slow, and deep, and devastating.Filling every broken, hollow space I didn't even realize still existed.

I sob his name, clutching at his shoulders as he bottoms out, holding perfectly still, trembling with the effort it takes not to move.

"You feel like fucking Heaven," he chokes out, voice breaking on a ragged breath. "So tight. So perfect. So mine."

"Yours," I gasp, nails digging into his skin. "Always yours."

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