Page 87 of Sweet Oblivion

Until I finally push inside her.

Just the tip. Just enough.

Delaney freezes, her hold on me tightening as her eyes close.

And I drop my forehead to hers, easing in another inch.

Taking my time. Stretching her. Filling her.

Making her mine.

Delaney

“Ryker,” I gasp. “Please . . .”

Hovering over me, Ryker’s beautiful blue eyes sharpen. His muscles pulled taut with restraint.

He’s holding back.

For me.

I reach up and cup his chiseled cheek in my hand, smiling. “You’re not going to hurt me, Ryker,” I whisper, kissing one corner of his mouth, then the other before pressing my lips to his ear. “I trust you.”

“You are going to destroy me, Delaney.” His lips ghost over mine as he pushes in another tight inch, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to force myself to relax. “But what a sweet oblivion it will be.”

“Then fuck me into oblivion, Ryker,” I gasp as he pushes in further. The metal balls of his piercing drag against my inner walls, lighting up every imaginable nerve ending. Thepressure inside building until I can’t breathe or think. Just feel. Him.

All of him.

Filling me. Stretching me. Worshipping me.

“Fuck, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Breathe.”

I hadn’t realized I’d stopped and suck in a heavy breath as my body vibrates around his.

Strong arms hold me close as he pushes in again slowly... so slowly, I could cry and scream and moan at the same time. Pleasure and pain battle for dominance, but when Ryker turns my face to his, pleasure wins.

“You’re taking me so good, Lane. This cunt was made for me.” he breathes, whispering filthy words of praise against my lips. Building me higher and higher. “Only me.”

“Ryker...” I moan as he pulls out again, only to push further in with each new deliciously lazy stroke.

Achingly slow.

Teasingly tender.

Like we have all the time in the world to spend lost in each other.

A lifetime apart to make up for.

“Deep breaths, baby.” His eyes stay locked on mine, searing my soul as his hips snap one more time, and my body sears and splinters, leaving me breathless and gasping.

Ryker’s lips find mine, firm and soft and utterly mesmerizing. His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine. One strong hand still resting on my pulse while the other slides down from my hip until his calloused fingers find my clit, and my back bows off the bed.

Leaving me panting and clawing with each new inch he pushes inside me and with every lazy stroke as he pulls back out. Until all I see is him... All I feel... All I want.

Until only pleasure remains.

And I want more.