“Say it again,” he grits out through a strangled whisper. “I need to hear you say my name.”
“Ryder.” My fingers white-knuckle his hair as he thrusts me back down onto his cock.
“Again,” he growls. “Say it again, Amber.”
“Ryder,” I moan, his ragged breath on my cheek as I circle my hips, my core seeking the head of his cock with each punishing thrust. “Ryder,” I pant, licking the masterful streams of art painting his sun kissed skin, my tongue laving a devil’s fiery horns splayed across the curve of his neck. Blazing bright red, the demon’s wicked eyes stare back at me as my tongue follows the beast’s progression, flames, and Chinese writing lining the sinister, black-shaded body, its tail curling under Ryder’s right bicep. I moan again, my gaze lost in the beautiful pops of color, my body lost in Ryder’s talent.
He presses his forehead to mine and utters words meant only for me. “Sweet Jesus, you’re a goddamn dream. I’m afraid that’s all this night is—a fucking dream. I’m scared to death I’m gonna wake up and find that none of this really happened.”
His confession stills my heart, thieving the breath from my lungs, as my body races toward another climax. He moves across the room and sets me on the minibar. My eyes flash in surprise, the cold granite surface racing a chill up my spine. However, it only lasts a second, flames searing my flesh as he tugs my legs over his shoulders, pulls me to the very edge of the bar, and sinks his cock inside me. Shot glasses and bottles of liquor clink against each other in rhythm with our frenzied coupling, nearly crashing to the floor before Ryder sweeps them out of the way.
Staring into my eyes, Ryder drives deeper inside me, the force of his beautiful intrusion nearly painful as he finds my clit, circling the pad of his thumb over it. I arc against the pressure as my fingers join his.
“That’s it,” Ryder hisses, grabbing my wrist. “Finger yourself for me, beautiful girl. I wanna feel them on my cock as I fuck you.”
Mind bent with ecstasy, I obey, not a single second of hesitation before I plunge them into the deepest depths of my sex. I’m an untamed creature of pleasure as I go at it, finger-fucking myself like I never have before. Though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see; I’m in a place no man has ever been able to take me, Brock included.
I meet Brock’s heated gaze across the room as he slowly strokes his cock, watching us from the bed.
Every glorious sensation, confused emotion, and excited beat of my heart is all too much, the sheer erotic intensity of this moment setting me off.
“Oh God, Ryder,” I pant, my hands flying to his forearms, my hips bucking beneath him. “I’m—I’m going to come.”
Ryder grips my hips, driving into me with one long, hard thrust. I scream, the final explosion of my orgasm bursting a rainbow of color through my vision as I hear Ryder growl, “Mine.”
A single word, barely audible to my ears, let alone Brock’s, as he loses himself in his own pleasure, spurting his release deep inside my core, covers me in warmth. Its silky echo slides through my bloodstream, balling into a knot of dirty emotions in my belly, before welding its meaning around my heart.
Mine . . .
His . . .
But all the same, that single word cloaks me in a blanket of paranoid confusion as Ryder’s strong, hard body convulses over mine, his fingers fisting the back of my hair with each violent shudder.
A strangled curse, my name falling from his mouth, and one last thrust has him spilling his remaining release inside my womb, his head falling against my chest with a light thud as we start to come down from our high.
Surely it was just the moment. Ryder can’t possibly mean what he said.
The heat of our joining, the intensity of the last few hours, and the agonizing wait for each other made him go temporarily insane.
“You’re mine, Amber,” he whispers raggedly against the shell of my ear, his hands cradling the back of my head.
So much for my temporary-insanity theory.
Opening his baby blues, he gives me a slow, passionate kiss. “You’ve always been mine, peach. I think you know it too.”
My heart swells with equal parts confusion, emotion, and my own temporary insanity, my insides lighting up like lightning as my conscience screams that he’s right. Though I’ve tried to fight it, Lord knows I have, it was a battle fought in vain from the second our worlds collided, our pull too magnetic, strong, and powerful to ignore.
I stare at him for what feels like an eternity before slipping from his hold, my instinct to flee kicking in. As my feet hit the cool marble floor, all the control I thought I’d gained tonight unhinges, unraveling faster than either of us can blink.
CHAPTER 19
Ryder
I CATCH AMBER’S ELBOW, hoping to calm her down. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have told her she was mine, but sweet mercy if I could help myself. The moment she reached her plateau I knew she belonged to me. Hell, I knew it the second she tripped into my universe. Tonight only magnified my feelings for the girl, doubling them into something I didn’t expect.
If I’m being brutally honest, it’s scaring the shit outta me, bringing me right back to a place I swore I’d never revisit after Stephanie blew my heart to smithereens.
But, Christ, this angel’s worth every ounce of pain and torture that might very well careen me into a ditch of regret if this little setup doesn’t work. The way Amber felt wrapped around my cock, her cries for more, the way her eyes glimmered while watching me fuck her, the addictive taste of her excitement on my tongue . . . Yeah. I can’t even.