Page 9 of Their Darkest Needs

“That's it, little doe, keep making those noises for me.” He grabs me by the back of my head and crashes his lips against mine. Fuck this feels so good.

“Hmm, Ryan y—yeaah,” I moan onto his lips. I can feel he is enjoying this while he sucks and bites on my bottom lip.

He clicks on the showerhead again, making the stream more intense. “Oh my god!” I yelp while he holds it closer to my core.

“No god, baby, Ryan. R-Y-A-N.” I whimper at the sensation, unable to hear everything he’s saying. I will call him anything he wants if he just keeps holding it there.

I lean back, placing one hand on the glass of the shower door and the other against the wall. He takes this as an opportunity to grab my nipple with his teeth, sending me over the edge and making me come in record time.

“Oh g—Ryan!” I scream. He moves from my breast to my forehead giving me a kiss there while placing the showerhead back.

“Turn around, hands on the wall in front of you,” he instructs me. I am unsure if I can actually keep doing this without passing out, but I am too into it to not follow his instructions or demands.

I do as he says while he nudges my legs wider and bends my back further, making my ass stick out.

His hands are trailing my bum, spreading my cheeks, and I stiffen a little bit. He's not going to go there, is he?

“Don’t worry, baby, I need to make you ready before I go there,” he says while slapping my cheek with one hand. He leans over me, and I can feel his breath against my ear. “If it’s too much, tell me,” he says before burying himself in me in one deep thrust. I scream his name while he pounds into me like this might be our last time together.

It doesn’t take long before I reach my second orgasm, and he pushes himself in for the last time, grunting out his. This man does not only look like a god but also fucks like one.

I slump down onto the ‘sitting area’ of the shower, making him laugh while turning off the water. He walks out and comes back in, placing a towel over me.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He crouches to my level, his eyes filled with worry. I smile at him. He looks so cute when he is fussing over me like that.

“I’m okay, and you were perfect. I just feel like I could sleep for days now,” I tell him. He seems happy with my answer and helps me get dried off and get dressed.

Once we're both done, he walks me to the bed and places the blankets over me, giving me a quick kiss before walking away.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” I ask him while yawning. He turns around with a soft smile on his face.

“I’ll come soon. I have some work to do first.” He leaves it at that and closes the door. Right, what does he actually do? I lay back and remind myself to ask him that once I wake up again.

Iwake up to an empty bed. I can see he slept here earlier, but his side is feeling cold now, which means that he must have gotten up a while ago. Did I do something wrong? I didn’t like how he left when I went to sleep too. What if he’s already tired of me?

Disappointment and insecurity cloud my mind, making me curse myself. Why am I always like this? Maybe he just had something important to do?Desperation isn’t sexy, Tay!I tell myself, even though I can feel the insecurity trying to reach the surface.Not today, Satan!

Maybe I should just get up and start the day instead of sitting here overthinking everything like some desperate housewife. There’s a delicious smell filling the hallway, making my stomach growl in response.

The sweet smell of pancakes brings me to the kitchen. Is he seriously now also a cook?

Looking through the door, I see him standing there, unaware of my presence yet. Just the sight of him takes my breath away. Ryan is completely shirtless, showing off his abs and perfect ink. And yup, it’s actually him making pancakes while wearing a white apron with ‘Suck the cook’ written on it. Like he just came straight from one of my romance books. Only now I also notice that he has a tattoo on his back; two eyes of a big wolf are looking at me. It’s creepy and oddly attractive too. He stiffens for a second when noticing me standing there, staring at him like a creepy stalker.I am so not acing this married couple thing.

It’s not long before he breaks hold of his freeze and turns towards me. "Good Morning, little doe,” he chirps at me. I awkwardly smile and walk closer, giving him a kiss.

“What did I do to deserve a man like you?” He smiles at me, the sight so perfect I don’t think I would survive losing him too.

He moves the pile of pancakes onto the table, and I frown, seeing there's only one plate. Is he not eating breakfast with me?

He notices me looking and moves his hands to hold my head. His eyes soften.

“I have work to do, but I’ll be back before it’s dark.” He gives me a peck on my lips and cleans up while I sit down and take a bite. At least he cooked, I guess.

“Babe, this is amazing!” I say while moaning with my mouth still full. If my mother were to see me, she’d be yelling at me, calling me a heathen. But to be fair to her, nothing I would do was ever good enough.

He laughs, taking his keys before he walks back towards me to kiss my forehead.

“I’m glad you like it. Don’t open the door for anyone okay?” he says while going to the door.

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