Chapter Nine
Ryn
“I fucking love it,” he rasps. His voice has dropped to a panty-melting growl and I can’t help grinning. It’s been so long since I’ve been wanted by a man—at least, one I wanted as well—that I took a chance and bought this set yesterday.
His eyes burn into me, causing me to tingle from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. When he reaches back and tugs his shirt from his body, I’m met with the full explosion of color on a toned torso that looks like it’s sculpted from marble.
My gaze drinks in every inch, finding the dipped V muscles pointing to his jeans. The fine line of dark hair that trails down toward his belt disappears to a bulge that looks like I’ll be feeling it tomorrow and possibly for the rest of the week.
“Lie back, sweet thing. I want you open for me. Show me what’s mine.” His guttural rumble shudders through me with a force so deep I can’t help but gasp.
When my body is on the mattress, I blush as I spread my thighs, showing him the panties I wore especially for him. He stalks toward me, his jeans now unbuttoned, hanging low on his hips, and I notice there’s no boxers underneath.
What does peek at me is the thick base of what can only be a cock that may actually break me in half. “You’re beautiful,” he utters then, breaking my concentration. He drops to his knees, both hands on my legs as he strokes them, teasing me wider, almost lewdly so. My panties are wet−they’re soaked.
“Slade—”
“Shhh, darling,” he whispers. Leaning in, he plants soft kisses to my inner thighs. Butterfly pecks that cause goosebumps to rise up over my whole body. Gently, he gives both sides equal attention. Teasing. Taunting.
“P-please, Slade,” I beg, lifting my hips toward his mouth. He ignores me and instead, places both hands on my hips, holding me down.
His mouth hovers over my core, then he crashes his lips onto my slick ones. Sucking the arousal from my panties, he laps at me like a man possessed. I’ve never been eaten out through my underwear. But the way his mouth moves, his tongue darting out and devouring me, I don’t know how much more I can take before I explode.
With an index finger, he pulls the material, which is now drenched, to the side, and finds my trimmed pussy. “Fuck.” He grunts the word before his lips latch on to my clit, sucking it into his hot mouth while his other finger probes my entrance. I fall back onto the bed, my back arching in pleasure as his tongue enters me along with his finger.
The sounds from between my legs are animalistic. My moans and whimpers are muffled by my hands; I’m trying to stay as quiet as humanly possible.
“Come on my tongue, sweet thing,” he orders and I do. My body detonates at his voice, on his fingers, for him. My legs tremble and I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep from screeching like a fucking banshee.
When he rises to full height, his eyes meet mine, and they’re dancing with satisfaction. “I enjoyed dessert very much,” he says, licking his fingers. “Next time though, we’re doing this at my place so I can hear you screaming.”
“You’re insufferable,” I retort, my knees wobbling as I try to stand. His hands come out, gripping me like I’m a lifeline and we’re in the stormy sea.
“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago,” he counters with confidence. “Get back on the bed. This time I want you lying back, this meal isn’t over.” He lifts me, flops me back on the mattress with an oomph, then proceeds in shoving off the jeans that were molded to his thick thighs.
His body is impeccable. When his cock juts out, I can’t help gasping at the size. He fists the shaft, and covers my body with his. Gently, he slides the crown of his cock up and down my slick entrance.
The teasing way he inches it into my body causes my hips to buck and I fist the sheets on either side of me. “Slade, stop fucking around and do it already,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
Without warning, he drives into me, to the hilt, knocking the breath from my lungs. He stills once he’s fully seated, allowing my body to adjust. When I reach up to grip his shoulders, I dig my nails into his skin, my heels pressing his ass, needing him to move, to give me more, less, something.
“Want me, darling?” he quips, playfully annoying me in the way only he can. I don’t respond. Instead, I squeeze my muscles around his cock, pulsing around him, causing him to buck into me. A bite of pleasured pain shoots through me. “You’ll pay for that, sweet thing.” He grins, pulling out and slamming back in.
“Yes...” I hiss, my head dropping back as my eyes roll in pleasure. He takes that as his cue to start fucking me. The man is savage. He’s brutal. But he’s everything I need in that moment and the moments that follow.
Our bodies move in sync. Our breathing, hisses and moans are swallowed when he crashes his mouth on mine, taking my breath and making it his. And for the first time in a long while, I allow myself to feel. To need another person.
“You feel so fucking good, Ryn Callan,” he says, his voice thick with hunger and desire. “Look at me,” he calmly murmurs. When my blue eyes snap to his hazel ones, I can’t help seeing a man who I know will be my end. He’s going to take me and make me his and I have no way of stopping him.
“Slade.” His name on my lips is the match, striking and falling onto the embers, igniting passion I’ve hidden, desire I shoved deep inside me where I didn’t think anyone could reach. His hips buck, pulling out, and thrusting back in. In and out. Back and forth. Our skin slapping against each other as he takes me. And I know in that moment, I don’t want him to stop.
“Look at me when you come. I want you to see the man who’s owning you, Ryn. It’s me. Slade fucking Maddox.” His words set me ablaze, and I feel my orgasm tightening low in my belly. “That’s it, baby,” he coos. “I want you to unravel, break apart and shatter for me so I can fuck you back together.”
That’s my undoing. My body flutters and quivers around him, drenching him in my arousal as his body locks, joining me in pleasure that we know will be our forever.