Fuck, that had been worth the buildup because she was squeezing the hell out of my dick now, forcing me to follow her into rapturous bliss.
It was like a damn eruption as pleasure rippled through me and shot off an explosion deep inside her in a searing display of possession.
But it wasn’t me who owned her. She owned me.
Milking me.
Drawing out the best fucking orgasm of my very long existence.
I thought her mouth had undone me. I was wrong. This undid me.
“Fuck, Willow,” I managed to say on an exhale. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” she replied. “Again.”
I half laughed, my face buried in the crook of her neck as I tried to regain some semblance of control. Somehow, after all that, she’d managed to top from the bottom. And she didn’t even seem to notice.
I would have been impressed if I wasn’t so shocked by it.
This woman consumed me entirely. And I couldn’t even be upset. Not after that.
I rolled slightly, pulling her on top of me, then gave her ass a smack. “Start riding. I’ll catch up in a minute.”
She sat up, her tits swaying as she complied.
That she moved so easily told me I had a lot more work to do because she should be just as depleted as I was right now.
All right, pet. I accepted the challenge with a subtle thrust upward. Prepare to shatter… again.
This was going to take all day. Perhaps all week. Good thing we had time. The others would just have to wait.
27
Willow
I bent over the bed, my legs spread, as Ryder entered me from behind. “Oh,” I groaned, sore from the last few days in bed. Or had it been a week now? I really didn’t know. We’d only left a handful of times to grab food and water from the kitchen.
The others had left us alone.
Or that was what Ryder had said. Something about them coming back later. Maybe today.
His teeth grazed my shoulder, drawing me back to him. “Arch more.”
I leaned back to wrap my arm around his neck, curving my body up off the bed. He groaned in response, one of his hands leaving my hip to palm my breast. Then he began to pound into me, causing my world to shake from the force of his thrusts.
It hurt in the best way, leaving him imprinted inside me and burning away the presence of all those who came before him.
This was exactly what I’d needed to heal.
Every time I closed my eyes now, I saw dark, midnight eyes, not green irises.
My nightmares had been chased away by very real dreams of Ryder between my legs, driving me toward rapturous oblivion. Some of those dreams weren’t dreams at all, but true events. Others I thought might be fantasies I longed for him to fulfill. Like this one. It almost felt too good to be real, but the growl against my ear told me otherwise.
“Push your hips backward, Willow,” he demanded. “Yes. Just like that, sweet pet. Just. Like. That.”
I cried out from the mounting pleasure, my body raging against me for putting it through this so soon after the last orgasm. But Ryder was a demanding lover. And I wouldn’t have him any other way.
He pumped into me, his pace savage yet sweet, kissing that part deep inside me that only he seemed able to touch. I began to convulse, the pressure becoming too much. His palm left my breast, sliding down my torso to my clit. He pressed his thumb against me, rolling it in a way I couldn’t ignore just as his fangs bit into my neck.
“Ryder!” I screamed, my universe collapsing beneath a tremor so violent that I lost my sight. I heard him groan behind me, his seed hot inside me, pushing me to the brink with his own pleasure and causing me to shudder through another round of orgasmic quakes. It was blissful delirium, an existence unlike any I’d ever known. All because of Ryder and his euphoric bites.
Oh, but it was more than that.
It was him. His skill. His determination. His strength. His domination. His everything. I was utterly lost to him. Claimed entirely. A true pet, longing to be stroked day and night and ridden to oblivion.
My chest burned, my breaths coming in pants as Ryder gathered me into his arms and carried me to his walk-in shower. He set me on the bench just inside, putting me at eye level with his still-hard cock. I leaned forward, taking him