Page 43 of Fated for Dawn

When we finally broke apart, a dark mark on his clothes caught my eye.

Blood.

I froze, my mind snapping back to reality and the dangers surrounding us.

He pulled back slightly, reading my thoughts. “It isn’t mine,” he said, his voice calm. “We found a warehouse where they were making the siphoning potion. There was some resistance.”

My heart sank. “Is everyone okay?”

He nodded. There was more to the story but now wasn’t the time.

I let out a small breath of relief. “You should change,” I said, running a finger over the bloodstain. “Can’t have you smelling like a battlefield.”

A wicked smile spread across his lips. “That’s an excellent idea,” he growled, eyes flashing with intent.

Slowly, I started to undress him, peeling away his shirt to reveal the large chiseled muscles beneath. I traced the lines of his tattoos, letting my fingers linger on one in particular: a sleek,black sword with flames etched into the blade and my name scripted above it. He stood still, his breath deep and controlled.

“This is new,” I remarked.

He nodded, a proud smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“I love it,” I said, letting my fingers caress the tattoo one last time before unbuttoning his pants.

I took my time, each movement slow and deliberate. He stepped out of his clothes, now completely naked. I bit my lip, savoring the sight of him, then looked at his enormous erect cock.

I gulped.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and ready before I take you.”

I nodded, my trust in him absolute.

“Your turn,” he murmured as he pulled my pajama pants down and, in one swift motion, tore my pajama top off. He didn’t just look at me; he was claiming me with his eyes like he was deciding which part of me to devour first.”

“Fucking sinful,” he said, his voice rough with desire. His words made my skin tingle and my core ache with need. Then he knelt before me, his large frame making the gesture seem almost reverent.

Ryker was so huge that, even kneeling, he aligned perfectly with my breasts. His large hands came up tenderly as he fondled me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. He took his time, savoring the softness, the curves, his eyes half-closed in rapture.

My breath caught as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my nipples, teasing them, then biting softly. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I arched my back, pressing myself closer to his eager mouth. The warmth of his breath and the gentle pressure of his kisses and licks made my head swim.

His hands and mouth moved with a slow, deliberate hunger, worshiping my breasts as if they were the most precious thing in the world. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

Ryker shifted from kneeling to sitting, and my breath caught as he placed one of my legs over his shoulder. His fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path up my thigh. He looked up at me, his nostrils flaring—like a predator finally catching his prey. I leaned against the wall for support, my body already trembling with anticipation.

His breath was warm against my center, sending shivers through me. He kissed me there, softly at first, then with growing hunger. My hands gripped the wall as waves of pleasure coursed through me, my hips moving involuntarily against his mouth. He held me steady, his tongue and lips working with a skill that made my mind go hazy. I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan.

Ryker’s hands roamed, one sliding up to caress my breast, the other holding my leg in place. My body tightened, every nerve on edge as he brought me closer and closer to the brink. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled back, leaving me gasping and needy desperate.

He removed my leg from his shoulder and then stood, his face flushed, my arousal evident on his lips. I pulled him into a fierce kiss, tasting myself on him, my hands clawing at his back. He gripped my wrists, pulling my hands away and pinning them to the wall behind me. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a primal intensity that made my knees weak.

Then, in one fluid sweep, he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressing against the cool wall.

Guess hallways were our thing.

I felt his large cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against me. My insides clenched with anticipation while he kissed me hard,his lips bruising, his hands roaming over me. With a groan, he entered me, slow and deliberate, making me feel every inch of him before setting a rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.

With a deep groan, he slid into me, slow and deliberate, making me feel every agonizing inch of him. My breath caught in my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me in a way that made my head spin.

He paused, letting me adjust to his size, his cock pulsating within me. My body ached with a mix of pleasure and pain as I clung to his shoulders. He kissed me hungrily while I adjusted. I could feel the tension start to build, my body screaming for him to move, to take me.

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