Ryder moves away from me for a moment, rising to full height. I watch in awe as he pushes his boxer briefs down. He’s naked. Bared to me. In the dim light, his body is a statue carved from colorful marble. His cock, hard and thick, juts from between his hips. His thighs are muscled, tense, and the part of him that’s no longer flesh and bone is perfect.

My eyes dart to his, to find him staring at me. “You’re everything I ever wanted, Ryder,” I tell him. His hands find my thighs, tugging me closer to the edge of the bed. He grips his shaft, slowly stroking it as his gaze bores into me, right through me, right down to my soul.

“And you, my sweet Butterfly, are everything I should have never wanted,” he says, placing the tip of his cock against my opening. The metal that’s pierced through the underside shines as the light hits it. Sliding it up and down my core, he taunts me, making sure the silver studs glide over my clit, and I wrap my legs around him, tugging him closer.

“Please, just do it, Ryder,” I beg. I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel him inside me.

He doesn’t respond, merely inches into me, and I feel like screaming for more. My body opens around him. The pressure causes me to whimper, but I continue holding on to him. I know if he thinks he’s hurting me he’ll stop, so I reach for him, holding his one hand while his other guides his cock into me.

The movements are torturous. I can’t stop the searing pain that trickles through me when he nudges at the barrier.

“Ryder, fuck me,” I grit out through my teeth, frustration and agony dripping on every word. “Just fuck me.”

And he does. He pushes into me then, bottoming out inside me, causing my body to shudder and my back to arch from the mattress. I feel full, filled to the brim, and I’m about to explode. He’s finally done it. I’m his. Ryder has claimed me and there’s no going back now.

His hips rest against my thighs as he lifts my legs on his shoulders. He presses his finger on my clit, circling it slowly, gently, but he doesn’t move. He’s buried inside me and I’m nothing more than a trembling mess.

“Are you okay?” he questions, his brows furrowed in worry, but I nod. He continues his assault on my hardened nub, making it tingle, and I focus on that. The sensation trickling through me. I’m not sure why he’s not moving, but I want him to.

“Yes, I need you to move,” I tell him, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he slowly pulls out, then dips back into me. He continues the movement, his chest rumbling and his eyes closing as pleasure radiates from him. The pain is stinging, but his fingers taunt and tease me. My own hands tug at the bra I’m wearing and I find my nipples as hard as pebbles.

When I open my eyes, Ryder is staring at me with a hungry look that tells me he likes watching me do this. And I do it to tease him. Tweaking my sensitive nipples, I twist them, making them tighten and peak.

“Fuck, Piper,” he growls. “You feel far too good. You’re so tight,” he hisses tilting his head to the ceiling. His eyes close for a moment as if he’s reveling in the feeling as he continues to fuck me. But this isn’t fucking. The way he’s moving so slowly, his hands massaging my legs, his body connected to mine, this is something far more emotional.

He moves slowly, and my body starts opening to him even more. The pain is gradually ebbing away along the shore, and I’m left with more want than ever before. There’s a gentleness to how the metal inside me, attached to his cock, teases my body, making me tremble with need. I reach down, my hand between my thighs to meet his fingers, and we both tease my clit, making me whimper and moan as pleasure now shoots through me. The movement makes my head spin.

When he finally opens his eyes, he looks between us and smiles. “You’re mine, baby girl. I’m going to make you come on my cock,” he tells me. I glance down, seeing nothing but the base of his shaft, and I know he’s broken me once more, only this time, I wanted it.

He moves faster, leaning in now, allowing my legs to fall from his shoulders, and my feet are perched on the bed. His body cocoons me. His fingers still tease me, still making my body tremble and shake.

“I’ve always been yours,” I confirm, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Ryder lifts me from the bed, walking us over to the wall, pressing my back flush with the cool wooden doorway. “Now, I’m going to make you scream,” he promises. His hips roll and I see stars. His cock hits the spot inside me I never knew existed as he continues to drive into me. Faster, harder, with more force than I could imagine.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, but I hold on. My eyes roll back when his mouth finds my neck, his lips suckling on the sensitive flesh, biting down hard, making me yelp.

“I want you to come on my cock, Butterfly,” he tells me, his mouth at my ear, his breath hot and his words needy.

He swivels his hips and he once again he hits that one spot. Over and over again. My toes curl as pleasure shoots through me. My head drops back and he takes this opportunity to capture my nipple in his mouth and suck on it through my bra that I realize I didn’t remove. The material soaks with his continued suckling and I can't hold back the scream that tumbles from my lips. But I don’t call for God, I call for Ryder.

My nails claw at his shoulders and back as my orgasm rockets through me and then I feel him thicken and pulse and I know he’s just filled me.

“Fuck.”

“Yes.”

I’m not sure which one of us says which, but all I can think about is the pleasure that’s tingling from my head to my toes. My breathing is fast, my chest rising and falling, and all I want is to do it again.

“Are you okay?” he questions me when I open my eyes, but I nod. I never imagined pleasure so profound, so consuming, but he did everything I needed and I let myself feel. Yes, the pain was searing, but the pleasure was scorching.

“I’ve never been more okay,” I tell him. Reaching for his face, I hold him steady. “When can we do it again?” I smile, planting a kiss on his lips.

He turns and walks us over to the bed.

“Give me time, woman,” he tells me gruffly, causing a laugh to fall from my lips. Setting me on the mattress like I’m made of glass, he slips out of me, causing me to wince at the emptiness I now feel. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I just don’t like not being connected to you.”

His eyes burn into mine. His fingers find the heartbeat in my chest and he presses on it gently. “This is where we’re connected, always.”

“Ryder.” My voice is timid, scared. “Promise me this is it.” My words cause him to frown. “I mean… you’re not leaving again. Right?”

“I’m never leaving again.” He smiles, giving me another kiss before leaving me on the bed and making his way into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s carrying a soft wet cloth, which he uses to gently towel between my thighs. Once we’re both settled in bed, he pulls me closer, holding me like his life depends on it, and for a brief second, I wonder if it does.