Page 58 of Collar Me Crazy
“You’re so big,” she whispered, stroking him slowly.
His breath caught, forehead dropping to hers. “Careful, baby. If you keep that up, I won’t last.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to last.” She teased the blunt head across her slick folds, coating him in her arousal. “Maybe I just want to feel you inside me.”
His control snapped. With a growl, he caught her wrists, pinning them gently above her head against the pillow. “You don’t get to play with fire unless you’re ready to burn.”
“Then burn me,” she challenged, brown eyes blazing.
He released her wrists only to line himself up at her entrance. She gasped as the broad head of his cock pushed against her opening, stretching her, filling her with a slow, relentless pressure.
“Ryker…” Her voice broke on his name, back arching as he pushed deeper. “Fuck?—”
“Too much?” His own voice shook as he held himself still, every muscle tight with restraint.
“No,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as her body stretched to take him. “You feel perfect.”
With a groan, he pressed forward inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt, their bodies locked together in the most primal way possible. He lowered his head to kiss her temple, breathing hard. “I swear, Sonya, I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Her pussy clenched around him, pulling another rough sound from his throat.
He began to move, long, deliberate thrusts that dragged over every nerve ending inside her. The thick slide of his cock filled her completely, each withdrawal only making her ache for the next deep stroke. His pelvis ground against her clit with every roll of his hips, drawing cries from her lips she couldn’t hold back.
“Look at me.” His emerald eyes pinned hers as he moved inside her, his voice raw.
She moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper.
That broke his last restraint. His rhythm turned wild, primal, his hips snapping into hers with force that made the bed creak and the headboard thud softly against the wall. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her curls spread across the pillow like a dark halo.
“Sonya… fuck, Sonya…” His growl was animal, but his gaze stayed locked on hers, fierce and tender all at once.
She clung to him, nails raking down his back, each hard stroke shoving her higher, closer to the edge. “Oh my God, don’t stop, Ryker!”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he gritted, sweat slicking his temples as he drove into her. “You feel too fucking good… so tight around me…”
Her pussy fluttered around him, the pressure spiraling hotter and tighter until she shattered beneath him, her cry echoing through the cabin. Her pinnacle tore through her like lightning, her whole body shaking as she clamped down on his cock.
He roared her name, his own release hitting with devastating force. His hips slammed deep, holding her pinned to the mattress as he spilled inside her, heat flooding her core in hot pulses. The rhythm of his release matched the pulsing grip of her climax, binding them in perfect sync.
Ryker collapsed against her, his weight grounding, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, running her fingers through his damp hair.
His answering smile curved against her skin, warm and boyish even in his exhaustion. He rolled just enough to keep from crushing her, but refused to let her go, one arm locked around her waist. The fire popped in the hearth, the only sound in the cabin besides their mingled breaths.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured, kissing her damp temple, “I’ll mark you. But tonight… tonight I just needed this.”
“So did I.” She touched his cheek, feeling the rasp of stubble under her palm. “Whatever happens tomorrow, I’ll never regret this.”
He kissed her hand reverently, his emerald eyes heavy but shining. “Neither will I.”
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RYKER
The dreams came just before dawn, slipping into Ryker's sleeping mind like poison in still water. He was dimly aware of Sonya's warm weight against his side, her breathing deep and peaceful, but the visions pulled him down into darkness.
He stood in the sanctuary's main clearing, but everything was wrong. The buildings were charred ruins, the healing pools turned black with corruption. In the midst of the devastation, Sonya lay motionless, her body twisted at an unnatural angle, blood pooling beneath her from wounds that could only have come from massive claws.
