Page 113 of Power of Shadow

“Ry—”

“Today. I need to forget about today. I need you, baby, to regain my faith that tomorrow can be different. I want to feel that the world can still be good, even if just for a moment.”

Faith. Even if it’s illusory, it can turn a docile kitten into a mighty lion.

I can give him the oblivion he so desperately needs from me.

I grab his hand again and pull him to my bedroom. Glancing over my shoulder, I notice a spark of desire lighting up inside him.

When we reach the bed, I slowly pull his sweatshirt up and help him take it off over his head. I breathe in his expensive cologne, which works on me like an aphrodisiac. This scent will haunt me for the rest of my days.

Next is his T-shirt. Standing still, he lets me do whatever comes to mind. Lets me take the control he loves and needs so much. It means a lot.

I watch Ryker’s chest rise and fall faster and faster, and the artery in his neck pulse harder. Leaning down, I run my tongue over it. It tastes unique. And combined with the intense scent...

My lashes droop, and I run my tongue over the same spot again. Tilting his head back, Ryker makes it easier for me to reach him. My lips fall on his neck, and I start kissing him, resting my hands on his abs. My fingertips wander over the soft skin and hard muscle ridges. Goosebumps appear on his skin, and when I come across more sensitive areas, he shudders.

When I move my hands to his back, I dig my fingers into it. His hardness presses against my stomach. It doesn’t take much to get him hard. And once kissing him isn’t enough, I bite down on the muscles of his collarbone. The reward is a moan that has nothing to do with pain.

My lips find his next, and I bite hard. He immediately responds with the same hunger I have. That’s how it is with us. Only with him. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

Ryker’s arms wrap around me and pull me close with force. My sensitive body is aware of everything, every contour, every hardness, every softness of his skin.

One of his hands slides down my back and finds its place on the nape of my neck. Tilting my head back gives him better access to my lips. His hot tongue slides into my mouth, and everything hits me at once: how much I want him, how much he attracts me, how I can’t stop thinking about him.

The fact that it’s too late for me not to fall in love with him too.

A deep moan escapes Ryker as he bites my lower lip. With his left hand, he squeezes my ass. And when I brush against his erection, my lower belly tingles. Even though it’s still not enough, it’s not about me right now.

I take a small step back, and Ryker gazes in surprise from under his half-closed eyelids. My gesture has more than one meaning when my legs buckle and I fall to my knees in front of him.

I’ve never done this to any man before. Watching him from this new position, I hope he can see in my eyes what my lips can’t say.

Raising my hands, I grab the waistband of his pants and unzip them. The pants fall to his ankles, and he kicks them aside.

Now, he’s wearing absolutely nothing else. He stands completely naked, aroused, vulnerable. He’s masculine with all those swollen veins, beautiful in that raw way.

“Ash…” Ryker groans as though I’m inflicting a new kind of pain on him. “You really don’t have to do this, but please stop looking like that because I’m going to come just from the way you’re doing it.”

My lips curves. “I don’t have to. I want to. Want this.”

“Then take it. Open your luscious lips and swallow it.”

Once again, I run my tongue over my chapped lips, rise to my knees, and close my mouth over his crown.

This alone is so fucking exciting that I use my fingers to unbutton the shirt I slept in. I have to get everything off me.

I start caressing Rykers with just my lips and tongue, without using my hands. Rising and falling on my knees, I hope I’m doing it right. Seconds later, he confirms it with a loud moan and words. “Jesus Christ, Ash. You have no fucking idea how it feels. You’re like heaven and hell wrapped in one.”

Just humming makes him even more turned on.

“The vibrations of your throat—yes, just like that. Don’t stop, baby. Touch yourself while you work me into oblivion.”

My shirt’s already on the floor, and with one hand I play with my breasts while the other grips the base of his cock. With a confidence foreign to me, I synchronize the movement of my hand with my mouth, and he rewards me with more curses, calling on God and repeating my name over and over.

I slide my hand from my breasts to the elastic of my shorts, lower, between my legs. Everything is so slick from the unbearable arousal, hot and sticky. I’m already wet just because I’m pleasuring this big guy with my mouth.

Who would have thought?