His lips don’t leave mine as he makes quick work of unclasping my bra and throwing it off to the side somewhere. I rake my nails down his back as his mouth travels down my chin to the sweet spot on my neck. I shudder and groan beneath him when his tongue swipes against it.
I never thought I would want someone to bite me, but right now, I want nothing more than to feel his fangs sinking into my skin.
He nips lightly at the spot before abandoning it altogether and making his way down to my breasts. His hands lightly caress the sides before his hot mouth covers one of the peaks. My back arches into him when I feel his tongue swirl around a sensitive bud. I look down at him and find his glowing eyes staring back at me.
When he moves on to the next one, I hiss out a breath, and my eyes flutter closed. Just like the other night, starting between my breasts, he places a trail of kisses down to my naval. But this time he places two kisses on my hipbones too. He rises to his knees, and I feel his fingers undo my jeans. He looks at me in question, and after I give him a quick nod, he hooks his thumbs into my waistband and pulls both my jeans and panties down my legs.
The feeling of self-consciousness creeps forward, but I push it away as I lie completely naked in front of him. Ryker is my mate, and we’re meant for each other. Every part of us is meant for each other.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to me, and I feel my face heat up. “I wish you could understand just how beautiful you are to me.”
I can’t help but watch as he pulls the low-slung athletic shorts down his hips, and he quickly kicks them off to the side. He keeps his boxer briefs on as he lowers himself back down to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and guide his face back to mine.
As I kiss him, my chest floods with emotion. I try not to think about how this is one of the last times I’ll kiss him or the first and only time I will make love to him.
Ignoring the sorrow, I move my hands down his sides. My fingers lightly trail down his sensitive ribcage before tugging at the waistband of his boxers. When he pulls back to look at me, I smile at him.
“I want this,” I promise him. “I want you. All of you.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I assure him. “I’ve never slept with anyone because it never felt right—they never felt right. But I know you’re right.”
He lets me pull down his boxers, and when I can’t get them all the way down from my angle, he reaches down and removes them himself. Instead of bringing his mouth back down to mine, he positions himself lower and kisses the top of my thighs. I tremble and feel my skin break out into goosebumps.
His hand makes its way between my thighs, and I find myself arching into his touch. A single finger slips between my folds and strokes that sensitive center. I jerk and moan at the sensation. My hips lift on their own, aching for more. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his finger nudge my opening and stroke inside.
Within seconds, I’m groaning and shaking with need below him. Just when I think I’m not able to take anymore, his mouth replaces his hand, and I’m coming out of my skin when his tongue swipes against me.
“Ryker!” I gasp, rising to my elbows and looking down. With fascination, I watch his mouth move against me, and with every stroke of his tongue, my heart beats faster and faster.
While his tongue continues to lap at me, I feel his finger enter me again. Both touching me at the same time causes me to fall back onto the mattress. I find myself throwing my head back and moaning so loud I’m afraid someone else in the house may have heard. The concern only lasts a second because suddenly, Ryker’s mouth and hand leave me.
He repositions himself back over me, and I look into those brilliant blue eyes as he settles between my legs. I can’t help but reach up and trace his beautiful face with my finger. I want to remember everything about him. I want to remember how his eyes light up when he sees me or how, when he smiles, it’s slightly crooked. I want to remember the thin scar on his chin. I want to remember how amazing and safe I feel in his arms.
The good, the bad, and the beautiful parts—I want to remember everything.
Ryker turns his head and presses a kiss into the palm of my hand. I smile up at him and pull his face back down to mine. I guide his mouth to my lips as I lift my hips, urging him to continue.
His mouth swallows my gasp when he presses into my core. I feel myself holding my breath and stiffening up, but when pleasure replaces the quick bite of pain, I relax into him.
We move with pure instinct and primal need. There’s no awkwardness or uncertainty between us, only love and pleasure. His head rests on my shoulder, and I tuck mine into the side of his neck. Our breathing becomes quick, and I occasionally feel his teeth scrape against my sensitive skin.
I bite down—hard—on his shoulder when every nerve in my body explodes in pleasure. I barely taste the slight copper taste of blood as I whither and shake beneath him. Then instantly, his breathing quickens even more, his muscles lock up, and he shutters
