I’ve been dreaming about her for so long it’s hard to believe I finally have her in my hands.

I don’t bother with gentle, don’t waste time on chaste. Our hours are numbered; there’s no time to move slowly. I can already feel her slipping away with each passing second. I clutch her tighter to compensate, my fingers digging into her skin like a brand. My control has officially expired.

My lips crush hers — carnal, almost brutal. I ignore the stinging pain from Linc’s punches as my tongue spears into her mouth. She moans as she returns the kiss, her hands clutching at my bare shoulders. She feels it too: the urgency pulsing in the air between us, hot and swift as a wildfire.

Consuming us both.

We make it to her bed, a blur of lips and limbs. I come down on top of her, skin against skin, and worship every part of her body I can reach. My tongue traces the fine veins in her slender neck as my hands slide between her legs. She practically convulses when I touch her for the first time, her eyes wide with wonder and desire as I slide two fingers inside her. I keep our gazes locked as I work her with my hands, trying to go slow. Trying to make her first time last. It’s damn near impossible. She’s so responsive to my touch, so unhesitant in her reactions. My heart is racing like a fucking snare drum.

She grinds against my palm, slowly spinning out of control as the pleasure mounts to a breaking point. I see oblivion in her eyes, hear the catch in her breath, feel the quickening of her pulse.

She’s close.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” My mouth claims hers as I move my fingers expertly. “I want to watch you break.”

And she does — into a million pieces, a firework exploding in my hands, crying out my name like a curse and a prayer. My mouth finds hers as she finds release, and I kiss her until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from her system. It takes a long time for the aftershocks to subside, for her limbs to go slack against her pale blue sheets.

“Wow,” she breathes up at me. Her eyes are so wide, I could fall in and drown. “I never thought it could feel like that…”

Sliding down her body, my hands wrap around her hips as I lean down to kiss her stomach, my tongue skimming teasing circles around her navel. She inhales sharply as her hands slide into my hair.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” I whisper, tilting my chin up so I can see her better. She’s luminous, sprawled out beneath me. Her small breasts heave with the force of each breath as moonlight streams on her skin. “Even by yourself?”

I watch her head shake, confirming my guess.

“Oh, sweetheart.” I grin. “We’ve got serious work to do.”

“What do you mean—”

Her question cuts off sharply as I grab her hips and hoist her legs up over my shoulders. My mouth hits her core and she lets out a needy cry, her hands fisting in the sheets on either side of my head.

“Oh my god.” She starts to writhe as I devour her, my hands holding her hips steady. “Oh. My. God. Ryder!”

I grin against her clit.

Yes, sweetheart.

Tonight, I’m your god.

The second orgasm hits her so fast, so hard, I’m unprepared. Her thighs clench as the waves of pleasure crash relentlessly through her body. While she regains her breath, I grab the condom from the wallet in my jeans. I feel her eyes on me, watching as I pinch the head and roll it onto my throbbing cock. She’s barely touched me and I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Just the feeling of her eyes on me makes my balls tighten.

I need to be inside her.

Now.

There’s a flicker of fear beneath the residual lust in Felicity’s eyes as she takes in my sheer size, but she reaches for me anyway.

“Christ,” I groan, watching as her fingertips trail an achingly slow path down my abs. My dick is pulsing, so hard and heavy with need it’s almost painful.

“Tell me you’re sure,” I whisper, one final plea before I lose it completely.

She sits up on the bed, bringing her eyes to mine as her hands find my hips. Her mouth is parted, her cheeks are rosy with lust.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”

With a growl, I push her back to the bed, spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, and drive into her, sheathing myself to the hilt. She cries out sharply and I instantly go still, not wanting to hurt her.

“You okay?” I grit out between clenched teeth. She feels so fucking good, it’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to jack-hammer like a fucking fifteen year old.

“I’m okay,” she breathes, looking up into my eyes with total trust. Her legs wind around my hips as her body adjusts to me. I sink deeper with a groan, pleasure spiking so intensely I nearly lose control.

“God, Felicity.”

My voice is ragged. She cranes her neck to kiss me as her hands clutch me closer. That’s all the incentive I need. I start to move, slowly at first, then faster as she begins to rock against me, matching my rhythm thrust for thrust. She’s so wet, so tight, I can barely see straight. She’s…

Mine.

All mine.

Every fucking inch of her.

This moment, buried inside her… our bodies in total sync, our heartbeats harmonizing in a perfect melody…

It’s the best damn music I’ve ever made.