I moaned at the feel of him against me, needing more. “More…please, Ryken,” I sighed, wrapping my legs tightly around him and grinding my center along the length of him.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, moving his hands to my hips to hold me still. He lined himself up against my entrance and slid in slowly, inch by torturous inch. “You’re doing so good, Dahlia. God’s damn.”
When he bottomed out, a noise tore from my throat, primal and raw. The feel of him was painful, the stretch tearing me apart, but I wanted more. I tried to move my hips and encourage him, but he kept me pinned as he breathed against my neck.
“Hold still,” he demanded, the tendons in his neck stretching with restraint. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I argued, rocking my hips to gain friction.
“Don’t test me,” he gritted out. “Do you want me to tear you open? Do you want me to wreck you?”
“Yes,” I uttered. “Wreck me.”
And with that fatal answer, he pulled back and slammed himself inside again with a harsh curse.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, moving his hands down to grip the cheeks of my backside, tilting my pelvis to go deeper. Harder. “Look at you, taking all of me,” he grunted as he started to thrust in and out, his eyes zeroed in on where we were connected. “Take it. That’s it. Show me who you belong to.”
I surged to meet him, a cry on my lips as he plunged into me, his pelvis rubbing against the bundle of nerves that lit my body. His pace grew frantic, savage, as he thrust into me without mercy, hitting a spot within the depths of me that I hadn’t known existed. I cried out in pleasure, the sound spurring him on.
Ryken gripped my jaw, his tongue pushing past my lips to invade my mouth. I met his thrusts, grinding myself against him hungrily and raking my nails down his back.
Being with him was an act of war.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, his tongue trailing along my jawline.
Oh. Gods. I was so close.
“More,” I moaned, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.
“You’re being such a filthy girl for me, little crow. So. So. Filthy.” he rumbled.
His dirty words were my undoing.
“Ryken!” I cried out, falling off the edge into oblivion.
My muscles pulsed around him as he drove deeper into me, burrowing himself into my flesh.
His teeth grazed the pounding pulse in my neck, threatening to clamp down, but he shook his head, as if shaking sense into himself. Groaning, he nestled his forehead into my neck.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fall apart,” he growled in my ear, plunging into me one, two, three more times. My walls were still fluttering around him, and I gasped for air.
With one final thrust, he released a savage, echoing roar, so loud it seemed to make the walls shake.
My gut tugged, and warmth flooded through my limbs. I felt something entwine around Ryken and me, an invisible force that pulled us even closer together at that moment, a wholly natural but completely unusual feeling. Something rare had happened. Ryken’s mouth parted, and his eyes widened in surprise. He’d felt it, too, a feeling so warm, so inviting, and familiar that it could only be described as completely and absolutely right.
CHAPTER24
“Why do you call me little crow?” I asked.
Ryken chuckled. “Because you’re a nosy little mischievous thing with a penchant for sneaking around and always sticking your tiny beak where it doesn’t belong.”
I snorted at his answer and shifted my attention to the silver scrawl that ran down his chest, dragging my fingers along the designs. “What do they mean?”
We’d lain entwined with each other ever since that moment, his arms wrapped around my waist and neck, pulling me close. My leg was thrown over his hip, drawing him nearer to my core. He chuckled and squirmed when my path traced the tattoo lower along the V-shaped muscle that led to his hips. A rare smile lit up his face, dazzling in the candlelight.
His teeth had returned to normal pearly whites, aligned within uptilted lips. Lips so soft and distracting that I wanted nothing more than to press my mouth against his once again. But I resisted, moving my hand to the arm thrown around my neck, and started to retrace the path all over again.
“Some are promises, some are memories, and others are tributes. They’re all a reminder of what’s happened, what will happen, and what needs to be done,” he said.