“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous.” Rye’s voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along my body.

I shivered, wanting more of it, needing his hands on me, wanting him to take me like I knew he wanted to.

“I’m not looking at you any way,” I said—a lie, knowing exactly the way I watched him: like a woman who needed to be fucked. I knew I was playing with fire, tempting a beast, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to stop this.

My breath stalled.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to devour every inch of you.”

God, I do.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

Yes.

I might be a virgin, but I sure as hell knew what I wanted, and how I wanted Rye to take me.

My heart pounded so hard that I felt like it would burst right through my chest. And when he looked down at my mouth and I licked my lips, the sound he made had me becoming wetter.

My mouth tingled, warmed for another taste of him.

He was so masculine and raw. I wasn’t going to deny myself what I’d wanted for so long. Rye made this gruff sound and pulled me forward even harder. He had his hand on my nape now.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back.” He looked me right in the eyes. “You’ll be mine no matter what.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Christ, baby. I’m going to hell for being with you,” he growled out and then slammed his mouth on mine once more.

He pulled back far too soon, and I sucked in a gasp of air. My lips tingled and felt swollen.

“I’m so ready for you, for this,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Tell me how much you fucking want this, baby girl.” He cupped each side of my face and breathed hard against my mouth.

A small sound left me. I felt helpless with this man, but only in the best of ways.

I wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of me, claim my cherry, take it as his. There was no doubt in my mind he’d be huge, his shaft tunneling through me, stretching me, making the pain and pleasure morph into one.

God, I’m so wet for him.

“I want you,” I said on a breath.

And then he leaned in and kissed me. “You deserve sweet and gentle, not a dirty fucking bastard like me.”

“I want you,” I said, meaning every word.

A dark look of possession covered his face, and it was directed right at me. He slid his hand over my thigh, along my hip, and up my side to rest right by my breast.

God, yes. I need more.

“Tell me you’ll only ever be mine.”

“I’m only yours,” I said without hesitation. It was the truth and always would be.

He growled low, this animal that was untamed.

He slid his hand over my breast, and the pressure had me teetering on the edge of orgasm already. When he covered the mound, a moan spilled from me involuntarily. He curled his hand around my sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled me and mixed with the pleasure.

“God, yes,” I whispered, not able to hold the words in. I let my head fall back slightly, closed my eyes, and then I felt his mouth on my exposed throat. He licked and sucked at my flesh, drawing goose bumps along my skin, making me writhe for him.

Curling my hands around his wide, muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his flesh, wanting him closer, needing him like I needed to breathe.

I would not stop this, not until there was nothing left of me and I was a panting mess beneath Rye.

* * *

Fuck. This is happening and I’m not going to do anything to stop it.

Jessa tasted sweeter than anything I’d ever had, than anything I could ever imagine. She had her neck arched, her lids at half-mast, and looked at me like she was dying for another taste.

I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again. I couldn’t get enough, didn’t want to ever fucking stop. I wanted to memorize her body, have the flavor of her flesh on my tongue.

Her breasts were pressed against my chest now, her nipples rock-hard. I wanted to take those little tips in my mouth and suck on them until the blood rushed to the surface.

My cock jerked against the zipper of my jeans, and I knew I could have come right then if I kept this up. I’d spew my seed all over the front of my fucking jeans before I was even inside of her.

“I’m so hard for you right now.” I ground myself against her belly, showing her. I started kissing her again, harder this time. I ran my tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.

She started breathing harder against my mouth, her need evident.

“I want to leave my mark on you, want you filled with my cum. I want to pull back and see it slipping from your pussy.” Fuck, saying these things wasn’t helping my current situation. “I want to spread your legs and look at the pretty cunt that is all mine.”

She made the sweetest sound for me.

I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was us naked and on a bed.

I fucked her between her lips with my tongue, the same motions I’d be doing between her legs. A gasp left her, and I swallowed it. Kissing her harder, I didn’t give her time to even think.

I slipped my hand under the hem of her shirt and tore the material up and over her head, tossing it aside like it meant nothing.

My mouth watered when I saw her tits revealed, the nipples hard and pink.

I was going to make her come before I was even in her, and then I’d fuck her until she knew she was mine.