Entranced (The ROGUES Billionaire #1) - Tracie Delaney Page 0,7

then his eyes fell shut.

I pressed my lips to his in a chaste kiss.

“What you doin’?” he mumbled.

Responding with what I hoped was a sensual smile, I said, “Loving you.”

I caressed his face, then kissed him again. At first, his lips remained still beneath mine, and then he groaned, the sound giving me the approval to carry on, to go further.

And so I did. I moved on top of him, but I didn’t stay there long. Ryker oozed dominance in his everyday life, and I fully expected that to carry over into the bedroom.

Hell, did it ever.

I found myself beneath him, both my wrists clamped together, held in place above my head by his large hand. He stared down at me through hooded eyes, his expression confused as though he wasn’t seeing me. He drew his brows low in what I read as hesitation. I bowed my spine, pressing my chest against his.

“I’m yours, Ryker. Always have been. I saved myself for you. Take me, please.”

His lids grew heavy, and he gave a deep sigh and released my hands. He buried his face in my neck and brushed his fingertips over my waist. I trembled from his touch. Swallowing thickly and, galvanizing my courage, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the only cock I’d ever touched. The only cock I wanted to touch. Ohhh. I had no clue what I was doing, but Ryker’s throaty groan emboldened me. I moved my hand up and down his thick shaft. The fantasies I’d had about what it would feel like, how big it would be, came true with that one, inexperienced fumble.

“I don’t have a condom,” Ryker muttered into my neck.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s all taken care of.”

He paused, and I sensed his hesitation. I folded my legs around his waist and arched my back, rubbing myself against his thick erection.

“Trust me,” I said. “I want this so much.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, reaching a hand between our bodies.

I tensed, expecting it to hurt. All my girlfriends had told me it was the worst pain they’d ever experienced, but I didn’t care. I was ready to suffer if it meant having Ryker inside me. And once I’d given up my V-card, it’d get better.

But instead of pushing inside, Ryker began kissing me. Everywhere. He moved lower, lower, until—Oh god!—he put his mouth right there. A frenzy of euphoria washed over me, and my moans increased in volume. I bit down on my lip, worried in case my parents or Elliot heard me. I rose onto my elbows, my eyes adjusted to the blackness just enough to make out Ryker’s dark head between my legs.

A familiar, but much stronger swell built in the pit of my stomach, an impending orgasm, but nothing like I’d ever managed to achieve by my own hands. My legs tingled and went all light, as if I was in zero gravity.

And then my body fractured, splintering into a million pieces. Sparks of light danced behind my closed lids as wave after wave of pleasure I didn’t have the right words to describe rushed through me.

While I was still at the height of my orgasm, Ryker crawled over me and thrust inside. He wasn’t gentle, but he was quick. White-hot pain seared through me, and I let out a cry. Ryker paused, allowing my body time to adjust. His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue parting my lips, exploring every inch. Slowly, he moved his hips, and the agony of having a man inside me for the first time—especially one as large as Ryker—eventually receded to be replaced by feelings of pure joy.

It’s happening.

I’d dreamed for so long about what it would feel like to have Ryker’s lips on mine, his cock inside me, our sweaty bodies sliding against one another. And now I knew.

Heaven. Home. My predetermined future from the second he’d entered my life.

Ryker was mine. He always had been. All I’d needed was to find the right moment for him to accede that our fates were intertwined, and fighting destiny only made us both miserable.

Despite my inexperience, I anticipated his impending orgasm because he upped his pace. I squeezed my internal muscles as hard as I could.

“God, I’m coming,” he moaned, his lips pressed against my damp neck.

Knitting my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, I held on tight as Ryker orgasmed inside me. He didn’t make me come a second time, but I didn’t care, because this was Ryker—the