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I ran faster as the ghosts of all the people I had left to die chased me, while I chased control. Ryden groaned and moaned, littering the dark skies with his sounds of surrender.
My fingers went to his balls, and I squeezed them before sucking him harder.
“Ah. Aaah…” His screams fought with mine. His need exploded with my lust.
When he came inside my mouth, I took all of him in, greedy for more, greedy for everything. Ryden gasped, his body still lost in the throes of passion. Soft, submissive for once.
“What was that, Red? I was… sleeping.”
“I know. Your cock wasn’t,” I said, walking toward the bathroom, and he followed me relentlessly.
“Something’s wrong.”
“I had a dream.”
“Tell me.”
“You and Irene were dead, and I… I was the only one alive.” I splashed water against my heated cheeks. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. “I don’t want you to die because of me. I don’t…”
“I can take care of myself, Yara. I’m not new to death.”
“But… you can’t die for me.”
“If I’m going to die, I’d rather it was for you.”
“Fuck you, Ryden. You say the worst things,” I said as I pulled him toward the bed. He pushed me down and straddled me, his eyes burning darker than the night sky.
His fingers touched my lips before leaving for my chin and then he traced a line to my neck, pulling the T-shirt off. His lips followed his fingers, down my lips, down my throat to my collarbone. He licked the pulse pounding at the side of my throat, eliciting a long moan from me.
I groaned and grunted, feeling like an animal in heat, unstoppable, craving this depravity, craving more of him.
“You’re an addiction. I can’t get away from you, Yara.” His voice turned dark, desperate as he looked down at me. “How do I get away?”
“Do you want to?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. He just captured my lips in a punishing kiss as I ran my fingers down his body. Fast and passionate, he kissed as if he didn’t want to think about anything. As if he couldn’t think about tomorrow and then the next day and the days that would come after.
“I want you inside me, Ryden, now,” I begged. “I need you so bad.”
“But, baby…”
“Now.”
“Let me just grab a condom.”
“No protection. I’m on the pill. I don’t fucking care. I want to feel you, feel every inch of you inside me. Just take me,” I ordered. “Take me like this.”
His kisses turned fast, furious. He bit and nipped before he kissed a path down my throat. His tongue grazed against my nipple as his fingers went to my pussy. “I want to drink you until this burning thirst goes away. But I don’t think it will ever go away.”
“Later. Later. I want your cock now. Take me, use me like the whore I am. Break me, Ryden. Destroy me.”
“You’re my perfect whore.” He stopped teasing my nipples and looked up. “I’ll use you, break you, because you’re begging so beautifully.” His hand gripped my throat, and he entered me in one long thrust.
I screamed as he slammed inside me. I pushed myself up, my heels digging into the bed as he thrust once more with a deep, satisfied grunt. His rough hand slid over my thighs, tracing circles on my burning skin.
I tried to close my legs around him, to pull him deeper, but he held them open with one hand while using the other to tease my clit. Soft and slow, he took his time, matching it with the rhythm of his movement.
“Ryden…” I groaned, my voice begging. “Let me come, Ryden.”
“Not yet.”
