Rellik(46)

“Please, don’t be gentle with me,” I whispered, my words breathier than I intended. But their meaning was not lost as his fingers wrapped around my ribs, and he pressed me hard against the wall, the evidence of how much he wanted me against my stomach.

“Are you sure this is what you want, darling?” I could tell he was struggling to keep control over himself, but all I wanted was for him to let go and take me as if I weren’t a victim. I knew he had been holding himself back for years, pretending to not care. But I needed him to prove to me now that he did. No more bullshit. No more hiding.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more, Ryder.”

“I’d take it all away if I could.”

“It’s not your fault. What happened to her…to me…not your fault.”

His gaze went from my eyes to my lips, and I knew that he saw me now, the way I saw him. It was real. He saw me as Ella. The lies, the guilt, all fell away in this moment, and we were free to share our pain. His hips pressed hard against mine, and I pushed back with equal force, determined to prove I wouldn’t break under his touch.

I pressed my lips against his, tentative at first, begging for the desire I knew he felt. He groaned as my lips parted and I ran the tip of my tongue over his lower lip. My wet chest slid against his, causing my nipples to harden as he bit down gently on my lower lip, tugging at it with a wicked grin.

I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him back against me so I could continue our kiss. Slipping his hand between us, he freed himself from his boxers and pressed the head of his cock against my clit.

“Don’t tease me,” I moaned, rocking my hips forward. He slid my panties to the side as he slid his head lower, to my entrance.

“I don’t want to be gentle.”

“I want you any way I can have you.” I giggled as he lifted me off my feet, my legs wrapping around his waist. My laughter died in my throat as he began to enter me, his forehead pressed against mine. We shared the same air, the same secrets. It was all so real, so raw. It was painful, but not physically. Unraveling in his arms, his body rocked against mine. He fisted his hand in my hair, holding my mouth against his as he turned and gently laid me on the bed.

“Any way?” His eyebrow cocked as he took his boxers completely off. “Roll over, sweetheart.”

I nervously rolled onto my stomach. Ryder’s fingers looped around my panties and slowly began to drag them down my legs as he pressed his lips against my right ass cheek, his facial hair tickling me and causing me to laugh. He spread my legs apart slightly so he could kneel behind me as he gripped my hips and pulled me up on my knees.

He placed his palm in the center of my back and pressed against me until I lowered from my hands to my elbows.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” His hand was on the small of my back as his other gripped his cock, which was now pressed against my entrance. Painfully slow, he entered me, hissing between his teeth when he was completely inside of me.

My fingers tangled in the sheets, gripping them as he withdrew until only his head was inside me and then slammed back into me hard. I moaned as he gripped my hips, his fingers bruising my flesh as he held me in place. The sounds emanating from his throat were so fucking sexy, and I wished I could see what we looked like together right now.

I began to push back against him, meeting his thrusts eagerly as my release began to build. His hand slid over now sweat-soaked skin as he massaged my clit, his chest against my back. I began to tighten around him in waves of pleasure, but he pulled out before I finished, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me onto my back.

“I want to watch you come,” he growled as he climbed on top of me and slid back inside me. I let my eyes dance over his stomach muscles as they pulled and tightened with each thrust.

“Oh God,” I moaned as my orgasm began to build again.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes as pleasure ripped through me. “Ryder,” I panted as his mouth found mine, hard, and the warmth of his own release filled me.

We spent the rest of the day fucking away every bad memory and secret we shared, both desperate to take back control of our lives.





Resist

Chapter 22—Rellik

Resist: to abstain from, especially with difficulty or reluctance

I lay awake all night, watching Ella sleep. I struggled to resist the urge to wake her as she had a nightmare, her face twisted in pain. I was dying to know what was going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

She stirred and I held my breath, watching her eyes flutter open and the corners of her lips turn up into a smile when she saw me.

“How long have you been looking at me?” She pushed the hair from her face and bowed her back toward me as she stretched.