Page 72 of Her Maine Reaction

His heated gaze is all over me–my swaying breasts, my flushed skin, my teeth pressing into my bottom lip, and my glazed over eyes. His jaw is set, and his eyes are focused, as he takes what he wants from me.

I’ve never felt so out of control, and yet still so powerful.

His rough grip on my hips tightens as he pounds into me. And knowing that he’ll leave marks only makes me more eager. My inner walls start to flutter around him, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“Ry–”

“Now.” He growls, cutting me off. His deep, ruff voice sends me over the edge. I’m dragged under the water of the raging storm he’s created, and I never want to surface.

A spark runs down my spine, electrocuting me, and numbing me, as my body is splintered into a million little pieces.

My head thrashes from side to side, as the blood rushes through me, making my ears deaf to my screams.

White dots blur my vision, and then it all goes dark.

I feel everything and nothing in this space between consciousness and the deep abyss.

Ryan’s gentle hands massage my arms before unlocking the cuffs and placing them around his neck. Rolling us, I land half on top of him, and he smooths his hand down my hair, curling the ends around his finger.

Humming my approval, I rub my cheek against his chest, my nails lightly scratching the base of his neck.

Chapter 16

Blinking my eyes open, the room is dark, and the solid body beneath me is no longer there. I spread my fingers out under the blanket, but all I come up with is cool sheets, letting me know he’s been gone for a while.

Sitting up, I slip out of bed and pick up the oversized sweater I was wearing from the floor, and slip it on over my head. I pad down the hall to use the bathroom, and while I’m washing my hands, I finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. My hair is a wild mess and my skin is blotchy.

Throwing it back up into a messy bun, I turn my neck from side to side, seeing that the bruises from Rick the Dick are fading away nicely. A twinge in my side has me picking up my sweater, and I smile at the little circles forming on my hips. I’ll take Ryan’s passion marking my skin any day.

Wait.

Fuck. Shit. Balls.

Dropping the hem of my sweater, it hits me.

We didn’t use a condom.

Shit! I’m never that irresponsible.

How dare he! He never even asked me if it was okay to do that. He didn’t know if I was on the pill or not. Luckily, I am, but still.

Shaking my head, I splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. I don’t know where he went, but I plan on finding out.

Taking the few steps down the hall to his door, I see it’s already opened a crack, so I push it just far enough to poke my head inside. The moonlight streaming in through his open curtains shows an empty bed, but his uniform is folded neatly on the chair in the corner.

Pulling the door closed to how it was, I walk softly back down the hall and descend the stairs as quietly as I can. I don’t know why I feel like I have to be so stealthy, but it feels different walking around his house knowing he’s here somewhere.

I check the living room and kitchen, but both are dark and empty. That only leaves one room, and the one I refused to snoop around in while he was gone. It felt wrong to invade his office.

I see a sliver of light coming from beneath the closed French doors, and so I knock lightly.

“Yes?”

“Can I come in?” I ask tentatively, nervous.

“Sure,” he says.

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