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As our bodies moved together in the dimly lit room, I allowed myself to forget. Forget the fear, forget the guilt, forget everything but the man beneath me. My focus turned solely to Ryrik. His every sigh, every gasp, every whispered word etched themselves into my memory.
His hands on me were both possessive and gentle as if he was well aware of the power he held over me, yet he wielded it with care. His touch ignited a fire within me that I hadn't known before. It was raw and untamed yet strangely comforting in its intensity.
His hands moved lower until he found the center of my body. He pushed a finger inside of me and I arched in pleasure, gasping his name.
“Ryrik...” I breathed, my voice a mere whisper in the silence of the room. My body convulsed at his touch, pleasure shooting through me like a ripple of electricity.
His eyes shone in the dim light, his gaze studying my face with an intensity that made heat flush to my cheeks. He pushed another thick digit inside of me, his thumb moving to circle a sensitive spot that had me bucking beneath him.
“Amber,” he groaned, his voice full of desire and something much deeper. It was the type of emotion that made one's heart race and their knees weak. Something I hadn't expected to feel for Ryrik. Yet there it was, surprising the hell out of me.
His movements quickened, his fingers working magic within me. A knot tightened within my belly, and I pressed myself closer against him, desperate for the release that was tantalizingly near. His other hand tangled itself in my hair, pulling my head back as he moved to kiss my throat.
“Please don’t stop!”
The knot tightened further and then sprung loose with a sudden rush. Warm waves of pleasure washed over me as I moaned his name. He continued his ministrations until I finally slumped against him, boneless and spent.
Panting heavily, he switched our positions, rolling me over so that I now lay on the bed beneath him. The guilt I felt earlier had dulled into a hum at the back of my mind.
“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you?”
Ryrik positioned himself over me, his massive, throbbing cock probing my entrance. Excitement coursed through me. I longed to feel him moving within me. His skillful hands had given me some much-needed release. What would other parts of him do?
I couldn’t see his body clearly, but I felt he was different, the shape, the texture of his hard length against my skin sending shivers to the base of my spine.
He slid inside of me with slow, measured strokes, strange pressure against my clit, striking me over and over again, the channel of my pussy stretched to his girth. I gasped at the intrusion, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating from where our bodies joined. His eyes bore into mine, seeking any sign of discomfort. I gave a small nod, encouraging him to continue.
Ryrik moved in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of sensation coursing through me. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and soft moans that punctuated the silence.
“Amber,” he growled into my ear, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin there. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his lips trailing kisses along my skin. “You make me want to devour you.”
The heat in his words took my breath away as his movements grew more insistent, and I matched his rhythm, moving in sync with him. Every ridge and vein of him lit fires in places I never knew could burn. It felt raw and primal, stripped down to nothing but instinct and desire.
A tight knot of pleasure wound itself around my core as he moved slowly, pulling out and pushing back into me with an intensity that made my breath hitch.
His hands found mine, our fingers intertwining as he pinned them above my head. The gesture was both dominating and intimate. I returned his intense gaze, my heart pounding against my ribs like a wild drumbeat. There was an unspoken understanding in his eyes, a reassurance that he would take care of me.
Ryrik continued to drive into me, setting a pace that had us both clinging to each other. His lips captured mine in a deep kiss that mirrored our escalating desire. He tasted like fire, danger, and something that I couldn't quite name but craved nonetheless.
Every stroke was measured and controlled, pushing into me deeper each time. An orchestra of sensations erupted within me. Pain mingled with pleasure in a dizzying dance, leaving me gasping for breath.
Ryrik's hands moved to my breasts, skillfully playing with my nipples, bringing forth delicious shivers that resonated throughout my being. His rhythm increased, every thrust leaving me wanting more.
Incoherent words escaped my lips as he drove further into me. The room filled with the sounds of our labored breathing and shared fervor, creating a symphony of desire around us.
My nails dug into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name in a fevered plea for more… for him. He responded with a groan of affirmation, driving into me harder and deeper.
His teeth captured my nipple, and I nearly screamed as his tongue caressed the sensitive bud, the sharp pleasure-pain sensation causing my hips to arch up towards him. He let out a low growl that vibrated against my skin, igniting a fresh rush of anticipation within me.
His movements became more frenzied, matching the rapid beat of my heart. I felt a coil of tension tightening within him, signaling his own nearing climax. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers pressing deeply into my flesh as he implored me to match his pace.
The world around us seemed to shrink down to this one room, this single moment. Everything else became unimportant. There was only Ryrik and the pleasure he gave me. His body hovered over mine in the faint, dancing light. It was a sight I would remember forever.
Driven by instinct and need, I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. His pace faltered for a moment, the sudden change in rhythm drawing a soft gasp from his lips.
Our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself, each of us pushing the other closer and closer to the edge.
As if he sensed my impending release, Ryrik slowed his strokes to torturous slides that kept me teetering on the very cusp of ecstasy. He lifted his head from my chest and looked down at me with hooded eyes whose intensity mirrored my own desperate craving for fulfillment.
