Page 35 of Whispers of Fate

Chapter Twenty

Cracklingmusicofwoodburning, and the wind outside made me squint to figure out why my body was ablaze with need. I felt the pulsing between my thighs as they clenched, and then sultry laughter sounded at the end of the fiery trail being carved over my flesh.

Ryder’s lips against my throat roused me, but I pushed him away letting the dreamless sleep grip me once more. His murmur of amusement was raspy. The feel of his lips raining kisses over the back and side of my neck forced my body awake with his heated mouth.

I panted loudly as fingers slid through my apex and plunged into my pussy, sparking a red-hot wave of fiery lust and need. A quiet, sultry moan strengthened in my chest, drifting past my lips. I fluttered my eyelids, driving away the slumber I’d clung to.

“Your pussy’s drenched, and I’m battling the need to spread your thighs and feast on the arousal dripping with invitation, beautiful girl.” His remarks oozed with sinful promise, which provoked a smile to stretch over my lips.

“Are you seeking permission?” I asked, turning my head, so I could look at him and found his eyes burning.

“No,” he rasped before he sifted above me and pinned my wrists to the mattress with a single hand. Once he was satisfied I wasn’t going to resist his hold, he growled his approval, snaking his free hand down my body and pushing a finger deep into me. “You’re such a messy, needy bitch, My Queen. I would prefer to neglect our obligations, and just enjoy you in this bed forever.”

“I’m not opposed to being your filthy, willing captive, but I think that we’d be missed if we never left this bed, My King. It’s quite a predicament, isn’t it? Do we linger in bed, screwing until neither of us can move or manage our kingdom?”

“Fuck the kingdom. Let them starve. My queen is insatiable, and I took an oath to never leave her wanting.” He smiled, lifting enough to free his thick cock from the restraints of his silk pants. Ryder teased the round tip against my sleek entrance before savagely thrusting into me

The exclamation of shock from being filled so thoroughly was eased by the sensual pace he rocked into my body with. Heated lips dropped, lingering over mine while he skillfully worked me toward the edge of a cliff. The bastard had a map to my soul, and every nerve ending was marked in red.

When he finally kissed me, it was rapacious and assertive. Ryder’s tongue drove against mine, tangling wildly as he produced a starved noise in his throat. My hips rolled, meeting the sensuous pace he’d set. Ryder was ever only easy when teasing me or taunting me with what we both needed. I smirked, crashing up to greet all his thick, delicious inches as my body contracted, quivered, and pulsed around him.

Ryder broke away from my lips and pushed onto his palms, so he could look to where our bodies connected. A strangled, raspy moan escaped his lips while he pulled out and then sank back into my heated depths he craved to ravish. His head remained bowed as he watched my body move against his. I felt our souls connecting on a deeper level, hearing the pleasure rushing through him as I pumped my hips, fucking him even though he’d quit moving.

“You’re so stunning.” His deep, lust-drenched voice sounded like sexuality in the truest form, soaked in the promise to captivate even the most righteous women. “That pussy is so fucking needy. Isn’t it? It’s grasping me so fucking tightly. I’m barely curbing the need to pound into you like a starving beast.”

“I have neither asked for your fucking mercy, nor do I need you to be gentle, Ryder.” I slid my hands free, shoving him over before straddling him. My hips rocked in a mesmerizing rhythm that had my abdomen clenching. The storm in his darkening eyes built, threatening to decimate me as it unleashed and crashed down on me in the form of a violent orgasm. “Fucking hell, you feel so amazing.” Lifting my body, I allowed him a glimpse before I slammed down, whimpering at how deliciously he stretched my pussy.

He pushed up, bringing me chest to chest with him, and slid his fingers through my hair, cradling my head while I devoured him. I drank in the taste of his lips before nipping the bottom one hard enough that the coppery tang of his blood exploded in my mouth. My tongue slipped between his lips, tangling with his while he drifted his hands down my sides in a feather-soft touch before his fingers bit into my hips, and he used my body to direct my pleasure.

“You’re a bloodthirsty bitch, woman,” he rasped into my mouth, swallowing my moan as he forced my clit to rub against his abdomen. “Aren’t you? You’re my bloodthirsty, dirty little slut when this cunt is ravenous for my cock. Ride me until you pulse with an orgasm so strong it threatens to rip you apart as you drain my balls.”

He wasn’t asking. Ryder’s fingers bruised my hips, and he never stopped driving my body against his. I exploded, clamping hard around his cock. He chuckled, low and triumphant, as he thrust into me harder and faster.

Then he rolled us, reclaiming full control while I was too mindless to protest. My palms slid over his chest, but he captured them, once again pinning them above my head as he pounded into my core, unleashing his pain, anger, and frustration. Magic filled the room and I felt a thousand kisses over my skin. It teased. And taunted. And ran butterfly fingers over every inch of me.

“Ryder,” I whispered, arching my spine, silently begging him to go deeper, harder. I wanted the bastard to touch my soul and leave his fingerprints all over it.

“Be a good girl and shut up unless you’re screaming my name like it’s a fucking benediction, Synthia,” he rumbled before he slammed into my core, fucking me like I was his to break. My calves slid around his hips, and I gave in to the pure, untainted desire he was forcing me to take. He pounded and thrust into my pussy, unable to get deep enough to satisfy his need.

“Woman, you undo me. You’re my fucking world, and yet, you send it off kilter when you take me like a crazed, insatiable nymphomaniac who likes her addiction to my cock.” His grip on my wrist turned punishing, and his eyes burned with hunger

“Harder,” I ordered, needing his pain to trump the agonizing grief wrapping around me.

“You’re being disobedient,” he hummed with amusement in his timbre.

“Oh, someone get this asshole a prize. He’s pretty and smart.” His head lifted and hard, whiskey-colored eyes narrowed on mine.

“Is that how you want to play this?”

“Exactly, and if you’re a good boy, I might even make you a motherfucking sandwich when we’re done. Or maybe you prefer cookies for being such a good boy for me?”

He laughed, but it was wicked and sent a thrill of adrenaline through my veins.

Ryder pulled out of me, ignoring my protest as he forced me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up. Ryder didn’t need me to spell out what I needed from him. Through our connected souls, he sensed my yearning to feel pain, pleasure, and the blissful silence being used created. One hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, forcing me to remain still.

The thick, pulsing cock slammed into my body without waiting for me to prop myself up on my hands, but the rage he unleashed wouldn’t have allowed me to remain there for long anyway. His laughter darkened, and his fingers threaded through my hair, ripping my head back, while his hips forced me forward with each hard drive into my body.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room and was punctuated by our grunts and gasps of pleasure. The heady scents of sex and sandalwood clashed with the lingering aroma of sage I’d burned hours ago.

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