Page 27 of Between the Ropes

I pull back, kissing my way up her body as she tries to catch her breath. Her skin is flushed, her chest heaving, and she looks like a goddess—completely wrecked and perfect.

But I’m not done. I slide my cock against her entrance, still slick from her orgasm, and when I push inside her again, I let out a guttural groan. Fuck, she’s tight.

I thrust into her slowly, savoring the way her walls grip me, the way she feels around me. Her nails dig into my back again, and I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans as I start to pick up the pace. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the heat between us thick and intense.

“You’re mine now,” I growl against her lips, thrusting harder, deeper. “Say it. Tell me that you’re mine.”

She gasps, her fingers gripping my shoulders, her eyes wide and full of lust. “I’m yours,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice breaking.

A dark satisfaction floods me at her words, possessiveness gripping me tight. “Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with pride. The way she submits to me, the way she’s giving herself over—it’s everything I want. I lean down, kissing her again, this time softer, but no less intense. I need to hear it again. I need to know she’s mine.

I thrust into her harder, my cock pulsing inside her, and the sight of her beneath me, saying she’s mine, is all it takes. I’m completely lost in her. The way her body moves with mine, the way she looks at me—it’s all too much.

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Now.” I reach down, my fingers finding her clit.

Her body tenses again, and I can feel her clenching around me, and with a cry, she shatters again, her second orgasm tearing through her.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you fall apart.” It’s enough to send me over the edge too. With one final thrust, I let go, coming hard inside her, my entire body trembling as a guttural growl rumbles out of my chest.

I collapse beside her, pulling her into me, my breath still coming out in ragged gasps. She rests her head on my chest, her fingers trailing lightly over my skin, and I know right then and there that I’m fucked.

“Fuck,” I whisper, staring up at the ceiling, my mind racing. “I’m in so much trouble.”

Because now that I’ve had her, there’s no going back. She’s mine, and I’ll kill anyone who even tries to come near her.

21

I’m still riding the high from last night. Actually, "high" doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s like I’m floating—completely untethered, somewhere between reality and the dream I’ve just lived. Waking up with Ryan’s arms wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling softly beneath my cheek, has my heart skipping beats in my chest. His giant body sprawled across the bed, his long dark hair fanned out over the pillow—it’s a sight that makes my breath catch. I can’t help but smile as I trace lazy circles on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips.

He’s still asleep, and I take the opportunity to just watch him. There’s something almost peaceful about him right now—his usual intensity softened by sleep. I don’t want this moment to end. If I could stay here with him forever, I would.

But then his eyes flutter open, and the peace is immediately replaced by something darker, more primal. His molten brown eyes lock onto mine, and I feel that familiar heat rush through me. He doesn’t waste a second. His hands move to my body with purpose, fingers grazing my skin, and the look in his eyes… it’s like he’s devouring me.

"Morning," I murmur softly, my voice thick with sleep.

Ryan’s lips curve into a slow smile, but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he pulls me closer, his hand sliding down my side, and I shiver under his touch. I don’t want to leave this room, don’t want to leavehim. The thought of flying back home today—being apart for the next 72 hours—feels unbearable. I never thought I’d be counting down the hours until a work day, but now, I want nothing more than for these next few days off to be over just so I can see him again.

I barely have time to finish that thought before Ryan rolls me beneath him, his lips crashing against mine. His kiss is possessive, hungry, and I melt into him, completely losing myself in his touch.

“We should get up…” I whisper between kisses, but I don’t really mean it. I want him. Again. And again, and again.

“We’ve got time,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.

Before I can argue, he’s lifting me up out of the bed, carrying me into the bathroom, his lips never leaving mine. The steam from the hot shower surrounds us, making everything hazy, but all I can focus on is him. Ryan turns the water on, letting it cascade over both of us as he lathers his hands with soap, running them over my body.

His touch is everywhere—gentle but firm—and the way his hands glide over my skin, the way the soap suds up between us, it’s like he’s worshipping me. My breath hitches when he kneels down in front of me, his eyes full of dark promise.

“Ryan…” I gasp, but before I can say anything else, his mouth is on me.

He kisses a slow trail down my inner thigh before his tongue slides over my clit, and my whole body arches in response. I can’t think, can’t breathe, I can barely even keep myself upright—everything around me fades away except the feeling of his mouth. The water pours down over us, but it’s nothing compared to the fire he’s igniting inside me.

“Oh god…” I moan, my fingers tangling in his wet hair as his tongue moves in slow, torturous circles, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he works me over, and all I can do is lean back against the shower wall, helpless under his touch.

“Ryan,” I gasp his name, feeling the coil inside me tighten to the point of breaking. His tongue flicks faster, harder, and when his fingers dig into my skin, it pushes me over the edge. My entire body shudders, pleasure rippling through me in waves so intense I can barely stand.

When I finally come down, I’m breathless, my body trembling under the weight of what he’s done to me. But Ryan’s not done. He stands, his chest heaving, water streaming down his body, and I’m struck again by just how devastatingly beautiful he is. His body is like an actual masterpiece, rock hard from his dedication. His cock stands thick and hard between us, and I can’t resist.

“My turn,” I murmur, dropping to my knees, my hands wrapping around his length.

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