Page 67 of Between the Ropes

Her moans grow louder, her hips rocking against my face, and fuck, I love this. I loveherlike this—uninhibited, lost in the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Ryan, I—” Her voice breaks as her body tenses, her thighs trembling.

I don’t stop. I don’t slow down. I flick my tongue over her clit again, pressing my fingers deeper, and with a strangled cry, she comes undone.

Ifeelit—the way she pulses around me, the way her body melts into the door behind her, the way her breath comes in ragged gasps.

I stand, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I carry her straight to the bed.

She looks up at me, eyes heavy, lips parted, and there’s something deeper there now.

Something that makes my chest tighten.

I strip off my shirt, then my pants, and when I’m finally bare, her gaze drops, her breath hitching.

I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs, letting our bodies align, letting herfeelexactly how badly I need her.

I grind against her, dragging the thick length of my cock over her slick folds, teasing us both.

She gasps, her fingers digging into my biceps. “Ryan, please.”

I smirk, dipping down to kiss her, slow and deep. “Patience, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “I told you, I’m taking my time.”

I drag the tip of my cock over her entrance again, teasing her, feeling her body tense, the anticipation tightening around us like a live wire.

And then, finally,finally, I push inside.

She gasps, her nails biting into my skin, her body arching as I stretch her.

I groan, pressing my forehead against hers, fighting to keep my control. “Fuck… you feel so good, baby.”

She’s sotight, so warm, and when she shifts her hips, taking me deeper, my restraint shatters.

I start to move, slow and deep, savoring every second.

“Mine,” I rasp against her mouth. “You hear me, baby?Mine.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her legs tightening around me. “Only you.”

Her words push me closer to the edge. I reach between us, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles, determined to bring her with me.

“Come for me,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. “Let me feel you.”

Her body tightens, her breath catching, and when she finally falls apart beneath me, moaning my name, I lose it.

I thrust deep, groaning as I bury myself inside her, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

When it’s over, I roll, pulling her into my arms, holding her close as our breathing evens out.

“I love you,” I whisper against her forehead. “And I’ll never stop proving it.”

She smiles, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. “I love you too, Ryan.”

And for the first time in my life, I know—this ishome.

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I wake up tangled in Ryan’s arms, his warmth surrounding me like a cocoon. His steady, even breaths tickle my hair, and for the first time in days, I feel truly rested. It’s not just sleep—I feelpeace. Being with him just feels… right. No matter what’s happened between us, I can’t deny this connection.

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