Page 36 of Claiming Her Vampire

“Don’t be embarrassed. You only did it for a few minutes. You did ask me to stay with you, and when I wouldn’t, you asked if I would tuck you in.”

I feel the blood drain from my face. “Are you kidding?” Please be kidding. I’m going to kill Harmony.

“I’m kidding. You brushed your teeth and tucked yourself in,” he admits.

“You ass.” I hit him with a pillow.

He catches the pillow and uses it to pull me across the bed. Shit, I just tried to hit a vampire with a pillow.

“I wouldn’t start that. I will win,” he says and holds me against him with the smooshed pillow. His hands move, gripping my thighs.

“How do you know? I might have excellent pillow fighting skills,” I say, breathless.

“My goal wouldn’t be to hit you with the pillow,” he teases. His eyes are wicked.

His hands are warm on my skin, caressing me softly and bringing my attention to the fact that the shirt I borrowed is hiked up to my hips from sliding across the bed. He keeps his eyes on mine, pulls the pillow from between us, and throws it behind me. He looks down at his hands and pulls me onto his lap, so I am straddling him. My hands land on his chest, the vibration of his heart pounding on my palms.

I thought vampires were supposed to be ice-cold. It seems there were many incorrect myths about vampires.

“What is your goal?” I ask, nerves shooting through me.

He tilts his head. “To make you want to stay with me. Have your life tied to mine for all time. I have been told I’m ruthless in getting what I want.”

I’m speechless.

He lifts his hand and brushes my hair away from my face. He drags his hand down my back, slowly learning my curves. I close my eyes in pleasure. This big, bad vampire holds me gently in the palm of his hand. It’s been a long time since I have felt the touch of love.

He uses his other hand to trace the contour of my face. He uses his fingertips, touching my dimple lightly before tracing my cheeks, forehead, down my nose, over my lips, and chin. He repeats the path, learning as if he was blind. His hand leaves my face, trailing down my neck to the vee revealed by his shirt. He holds his hand there, with two fingers feeling my irregular heartbeat, stuttering, and stopping from his attention.

I look down and watch him unbutton two buttons, carefully, slowly, waiting for me to deny him. I can’t stop staring at his hands, I’m fascinated with the power he holds in them, yet he is so gentle with me. He slides them up, through the parted shirt, back and forth. Each time reveals more of my skin, moving the shirt an inch at a time until it’s skimming my shoulders. I hold my breath as it pauses there, defying gravity, finally giving in and sliding down. The cold air of the bedroom kisses my bare breasts, contrasting Ryker’s hot gaze.

“You are incredibly beautiful.” The awe in his voice humbles me. “Let me give you pleasure,” he pleads.

I nod eagerly.

His devilish grin causes goosebumps to run over my skin. His hands cup my ass and pull me tight. I mold to his hard body. My senses are overloaded when his cock rubs hard against me. He leans down and licks my nipple before moving to the other, tasting them.

“Ride my cock, baby,” he growls.

I have no choice but to obey, the demands of my body intense. I have no experience with a man that talks the way he does. Tom was silent from start to finish. All that mattered was the fact he found release.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispers against my lips. “Does it feel good?” My voice is stuck in my throat. “Tell me,” he demands.

“Y-yes,” I gasp.

Ryker sucks my nipple, scattering my thoughts and making me moan. I am hesitant at first, thrusting slowly but then gaining rhythm and speed. Tingling spreads through me, lightly flowing to every corner of my body.

He uses his hand to caress my breasts, pulling, kneading, and pinching. His mouth devours, leaving a wet trail he uses to his advantage as he breathes to cause my nipple to harden.

“Look in the bathroom,” Ryker instructs.

I do as he says, turning my head, unsure why he asked me to. When I picture what we must look like, it’s arousing, but seeing it in the bathroom mirror is another level. His head bowed over my chest, his black wavy hair loose, tickling my skin. My head is tipped back, my blonde hair cascading down my back, clinging to his hand. The dark and the light, bound together, consumed in our lust for each other.

“Do you like watching?” He tilts his head, keeping his mouth near my chest, and we stare at each other in our reflection. “Look how stunning you look riding my cock. Just imagine what it will feel like, look like when I’m inside you.”

He tears his gaze away and concentrates on my breasts. The heat combusts into a flame. I cry out as the best orgasm of my life comes over me.

Ryker swallows my cry as he takes over my hips, rocking me, prolonging my orgasm.

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