Page 88 of Bonded Chaos

All I could focus on was the way he made me feel.

The stirrings of an orgasm began to build, and I reached down to run my fingers through Ryker’s hair, partly needing to touch him and partly to make sure he didn’t stop his ministrations.

I was close.

So, so, close.

And unabashedly desperate.

“That’s it, Temptress,” he growled against my pussy.

The vibration sent shock waves pulsing through my core.

“Shatter for me.”

My inner muscles clenched, creating a tingling sensation before waves of pleasure crashed into me. Violent tremors wracked my body, and a wanton moan, long and guttural, passed between my lips as a sense of euphoria washed over me.

I was panting hard, trying to catch my breath as I came down from my high, and I didn’t even realize Ryker had pulled me into the water until the cool liquid assaulted my sensitive nipples.

Ryker spun me in his arms so that my back was to his chest, and he placed my hands on the edge of the pool to steady me.

“My turn,” he snarled against my ear, and that was the only warning I got before he thrust into me, long and hard.

I screamed Ryker’s name, but that only encouraged him to go faster, deeper. With one hand on my hip, he wound my hair around his fist, anchoring me to him as he pounded into me without restraint.

“You take me so well, Cadence,” he praised. “So. Fucking. Well.”

Each word was punctuated with a thrust so harsh I could feel it in my womb.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh bounced off the walls of the cave and echoed around the chamber as Ryker ruthlessly fucked me.

The pull on my hair disappeared, and a moment later, Ryker’s fingertips danced across my collarbone before his large hand gripped my throat.

“This fucking pussy is mine,” he rumbled.

The hand on my waist crept higher, stroking my side until his palm kneaded my breast with no hint of tenderness or gentility.

I doubted Ryker even knew how to be gentle.

And I wasn’t sure that I cared.

His grip was rough and punishing as he squeezed my tender flesh, tugging and twisting my sensitive nipple.

“Oh, gods, Ryker, please,” I gasped, unsure of what I was even asking for.

“I told you I’d have you begging, Cadence,” he taunted. “What is it you need, hmm? Do you want me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to sit down for the next week without remembering where I’ve been?”

His hips slammed forward, and the force of it made my whole body jolt toward the edge of the pool.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“You want me to fill up this needy cunt with my come until you’re drowning in it?”

His movements slowed, and I was on the verge of sobbing and promising him anything he wanted if he’d just keep moving inside me.

“Ryker.”

His name fell from lips as the plea it was.

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