Page 59 of Bound by Vengeance
Thoughts begin to swarm in my head, threatening to ruin this moment, but I push it all out—everything. Nothing else matters but Ryker and I in this moment. We have tonight, just he and I. No walls. No barriers. Just us.
Moving my mouth to match his, I do what feels natural, maneuvering my lips this way and that. My experience with men is very limited, and of that experience, this is the only time when I’ve felt beautiful, aroused, and in the moment.
My hips begin to move of their own accord, brushing back and forth along his hard length though his jeans. It hits a sensitive spot, and I gasp, loving the feel, only to keep doing it again, setting up a steady pace. This is so much more.
He cups my ass and squeezes, guiding my hips a bit faster.
Pulling away from his lips, my lungs take in much-needed oxygen as the build inside me grows. Ryker caresses his lips down my neck, darting his tongue out and licking me. I arch back for him, giving him more room, which he takes full advantage of, not leaving one space of flesh untouched.
He snakes one of his hands up my body so slowly it’s almost like he’s torturing me. The need for him to touch me more is so intense. He cups my breasts and begins to knead them, rolling my nipples repeatedly.
The room becomes hot like the desert in the middle of summer. Or maybe it’s just me. My knees dig into the carpet and my thighs rub against his jeans, adding to the sensations. My underwear is damp, and need threatens to take me over.
Ryker finds my lips again. The kiss is wet and hot, scorching me from the inside-out. He moves his hands down my torso, under my shirt, and pulls it up, moving so agonizingly slow. Once he gets to my breasts, a bit of panic sets in that I have to breathe through. Then I lift my arms, and my shirt is gone.
Tonight is the night for all my firsts. The ones that matter.
“Damn, beautiful.” He pulls down the cups of my dark purple lace bra, pulling my breasts out. The wire underneath holds them up, keeping them pert.
Ryker attaches his lips to my nipple, and I’m lost. The tugs, sucks, and nips bring me close. So close my core clenches and my head falls back on a loud moan. When he pulls away, I’m left on the cusp of what would be my first orgasm from a man.
“Why’d you stop?” My words are breathless. Hell, I don’t even recognize them myself.
“Trust me.”
A knot forms in my stomach for only a moment before I realize I’ve always trusted Ryker. Yes, he forced Deke’s hand, but it wasn’t because of anger. It was because he cared.
“Of course.”
His answering smile is so sexy a whimper escapes me.
With my back to the couch, I lie back, giving him full access to my breasts as he goes back to giving each attention. He holds my hips still, and I take that as a sign to stop moving them, although I do love the friction.
“Wrap your legs around me tight,” he says in a soft voice, and I comply.
Somehow, he rises, taking me with him and carrying me into my bedroom while kissing me sensuously. I thread my hands through his hair, loving the feel of its softness.
My back hits the bed, and then Ryker’s weight comes on top of me.
“Waited for this for far too fuckin’ long, beautiful. I’m takin’ my time and gonna love every part of you.”
My heart swells just as my insides melt. This is what I’ve wanted and dreamed of for so long it hurts. Now it’s here and I’m taking in every second of it, burning it into my brain forever.
“Please,” I answer.
Ryker makes a trail of his kisses down my neck, shoulder, chest, breasts, and down my torso. As he unzips my jeans, panic hits for a brief moment, but one look into his eyes and everything inside me calms and focuses on Ryker and his touch.
He pulls my jeans off, tossing them across the room. He then snakes his hands up my feet, legs, thighs, and hips. Ryker moves his head between my thighs, his mouth on my core. Well, on my underwear, but I can feel his heat pulsing off him as he massages my ass. My hips move of their own accord, back and forth, practically rubbing against his mouth.
On a chuckle, he pulls away, reaches up, and pulls my purple bikini briefs away from my body. I lie there, naked in front of him, the scars left over from JK on full display, as he stares down at me with a powerful gaze.
A shiver races through me. I know what I look like, and I like how I look, but Ryker’s opinion of me matters. It probably shouldn’t as much as it does, but it still does. I’ve grown to accept my scars. I just hope Ryker can, too.
I wait while he rests his hands on my thighs.
“You are absolutely the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Austyn. Always knew you’d be, but my visions didn’t even come close to what’s laying out in front of me.”
The heart doesn’t lie, they say. Mine is telling me that this man is more than I ever expected, too. More than the jokester façade. More than the brother to the Ravage MC. Behind it all is a man. A man who is capturing me with every touch he gives.
