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I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down, anticipation and desire overwhelming my senses.
God, he’s gorgeous.
His dark hair was messy from my fingers, those green eyes… the muscles. Not to mention the thick cock standing at attention, hard for me.
He was between my legs again so fast I barely had time to finish the thought, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
My breathing was hard and frantic, and his eyes were dark with hunger.
He slowly eases inside me, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. Feeling myself stretch around him, taking all of him, it’s glorious.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes deeper.
He pushes in and out in slow, deep strokes.
My nails rake down his back.
Once he is buried as deep inside me as possible, he pauses, looking down at me.
“God, you’re so warm.”
He pulls out, and once the tip is barely inside me, he slams home.
I cry out, digging my nails into him again. But it only encourages him further.
He does it again. And again. And again.
“Is this what you want?” His voice is gruff, and I gasp.
I try to nod, but he shakes his head.
“Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I somehow manage in between thrusts.
He fucks me, and I writhe underneath him, falling to pieces repeatedly.
Never has a man been able to make me come more than once, but Ryan was a magician. He knew exactly what to do, how to play my body like his favorite instrument.
The way he tastes, smells and moans.
When he finally explodes inside of me and falls limp over my body, I realize just how much power I’ve given him.
I’ve handed him the keys to the kingdom, and all I can do now is pray he doesn’t burn it all to the ground.
Chapter Forty-Three
Juliet
A part of me expected Ryan to be gone when I woke up. For him to have slid out of the bed once I’d fallen asleep and retreated back to his own room. It would have made what happened between us less confusing.
But as I pry my tired eyes open when the morning sun peaks through the sheer curtains of my hotel room, I quickly realize he’s still here.
Ryan’s eyes are closed, his beautiful face completely relaxed. His lips barely parted, and with each breath, a tiny sound escapes.
It isn’t an obnoxious snore.
It’s actually sort of cute.
