Page 44 of Unbreak Me
“It would end me too.” His deep voice is low as he searches my eyes. I see the pain clash with the anger and feel the rawness in his voice when he speaks again. “You broke me, Eve.”
“Then let me unbreak you.” His greys are a full-fledged storm of emotions now, but it’s the love I see that starts to burn bright again that I hold onto. “You can trust me, Ryder,” I whisper.
I see the moment he makes his decision. His lips slam roughly into mine as his teeth tug and pull with an urgency between us now that wasn’t there before. It’s a frantic need that we have to grab on tight to one another. Whether it’s from love or fear, the line is too blurred to tell.
He breaks away, and his eyes are wild with need. “Hands on the headboard.” His voice is low, and there is no mistaking the tone telling me this is going to get intense. I turn and crawl to the headboard, and a low growl comes from behind me as I grip the top of it.
The bed sinks as he comes closer. He presses against my back, and I feel him swollen against my bottom as he grips my hips tightly. I feel him at my entrance seconds before he’s deep inside, and I’m molded around him. I moan loudly as my body eagerly wants more. I hear him breathing hard, and I know he’s fighting to hold back as he slowly starts to move.
He stills and grips my hips tighter. I press back into him, encouraging him to let go.
“I trust you, Ryder. Do what you really want to do. Don’t hold back because this is something I need, too. Spank me hard, bite me, fuck me raw just…free us.”
“Jesus,” he says, panting hard. “If it becomes too much…”
“I’ll tell you,” I say, interrupting him. “Now fuck me hard, Ryder,” I demand, not giving him any more reason to think about it.
He slams into me, and I grip the headboard as the force of it pushes me forward. His fingers dig into my flesh with a bruising grip as he goes harder and deeper. I feel his hand come up into my hair as he fists it, yanking my head back.
It’s painful but, at the same time, creates a deep pleasure brimming beneath the surface. His body slaps against mine with a force that has me biting my lip to stop a scream, whether from pain or pleasure—I can’t tell. It’s so easily blended together.
When his hand palms my behind, I gladly welcome it. “Do it,” I pant. “Punish me for fucking leaving you.”
His hand comes down hard, and I cry out from the contact. He rubs the spot, and I immediately want more.
“Again,” I ground out, preparing for another blow. He does the other side as tears prick my eyes.
“Again,” I say through clenched teeth. He does one more on each side before he’s panting against me.
“That’s enough,” he says roughly. He reaches around and teases my swollen bud, turning the pain into pleasure. I moan when he goes deeper. “I’m going to cum hard in you now, my evening sun, and I’m going to take you with me.”
He brings me to his chest, slick with sweat, as his hand comes up to squeeze and torture my breasts. I sink down on him, setting a pace that has us both moaning with pleasure. He kisses my shoulder and lightly nips my collarbone, sending my body into a spiral. I cry out his name as my orgasm slams into me with such intensity that I’m no longer in my body.
“Fuck!” He roars, spilling into me. His body molded to mine like we don’t exist without the other.
He holds me tightly against him, and I wrap my arms around him as our fingers interlace. Our breaths come out fast as ourminds try to catch up with the intensity of what our bodies just felt.
“Are you okay?” He asks in a quiet voice once he can speak.
“I’m better than okay,” I smile, turning my head to look at him. “I feel…” I try to search for the words. “I feel lighter somehow….free.”
“Me too.” He slowly releases me before laying down and pulling me to his side. “That was…intense,” he laughs softly.
“Intense and hot. I may have a spanking fetish that I didn’t know about,” I giggle.
“I’m sure I can arrange to punish my naughty girl when she misbehaves,” he grins down at me before turning serious. He softly brushes back my hair, and I start crying when I see nothing but love shining back at me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
RYDER
Iswipe the tears from her cheeks and let her see what I’ve been trying to hide. I needed to feel like I could trust her again, and I didn’t want my love for her to be clouded with anger.
“I’ve missed you so much, Ryder,” she whispers. “I never stopped loving you…I want you to know that.”
My heart is in my throat as her words flow through me. “I tried so hard, Eve, to let you go. I wanted to let you go so I could try to live again. I was so angry at you at times that I wanted to hate you. Hating you would have been easier than loving someone I couldn’t have. That’s why I asked Mackenzie out. I wanted to prove to myself that I could move on. I thought if I could just get past the first date and a kiss, things would get better. I was lying to myself, though, because deep down, I knew I could never love another. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you on the beach, and whether you came back or not, my heart would always be with you.”
“It did hurt to hear about the other girls, but I’m the one who left and did this to us. I can’t blame you for trying to find happiness.”
