Amber

Iwas a terrible person. The knowledge kicked me in the stomach, even as I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. I needed him to help me. I needed him to believe I wanted him. That I wanted this.

Ryrik tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss. His body was warm, and I felt something stir within me that I hadn't felt in a long time. When the moan escaped from my throat, even I was surprised.

My fingers moved up to his chest, and I unbuttoned his shirt.

"Amber…" he said. "Are you sure about this?"

For a moment, I paused. My hesitance had nothing to do with not wanting to have sex with him, but everything to do with the guilt coursing through me.

I nodded. "I want you, Ryrik."

With a growl, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom, his steps heavy but deliberate. As we crossed the threshold, I felt a pang of fear but quickly squashed it. This was for my survival. This was for me.

The room was dimly lit with a single holographic night light on the bedside table, casting dancing shadows on the walls around us. Ryrik set me down gently onto the plush bed and then he was above me, a dark silhouette against the dying light. His hands traced a path up along my side, sending shivers across my skin and igniting an unexpected desire in me.

I swallowed hard, as I ran my fingertips through his hair. His eyes held mine captive, a sea of emotions swirling within them that I dared not decipher. I couldn't bear to think of them too hard.

It wasn't my fault that I needed to do anything, everything I could to get free from Conii, to get Isa out.

His feelings were his own responsibility, I told myself sternly. And just because my heart beat like a trapped bird in my chest, didn't mean anything.

I didn't catch feelings. This was just survival. That his touch sent sparks through me, that his gaze nearly melted my resolve…

Well, I could deal with my own shame later.

Our breaths mingled in the small space between us as he leaned down to kiss me again, more fervently this time. It was a kiss heavy with promises and unspoken confessions. He relinquished control to me, then pulled away just enough so that I could make the next move.

Unexpectedly emboldened, I pushed him onto his back and positioned myself on top. Our eyes met again in mutual understanding. "I want you, too, Amber," he said gruffly, his voice hoarse with desire.

His confession felt like a balm to my raw emotions, easing the edge of shame that gnawed at the corners of my mind. I leaned down to capture his lips again, losing myself in the intoxicating blend of fear, desperation, and an unexpected growing desire for him.

His hands moved to my back, tracing a path along my spine that sent tingles through every nerve ending. I couldn't help but respond to his touch, the heat that radiated from him drawing me closer as if by some magnetic pull.

As our bodies moved together in the dimly lit room, I allowed myself to forget. Forget the fear, forget the guilt, forget everything but the man beneath me. My focus turned solely to Ryrik. His every sigh, every gasp, every whispered word etched themselves into my memory.

His hands on me were both possessive and gentle as if he was well aware of the power he held over me, yet he wielded it with care. His touch ignited a fire within me that I hadn"t known before. It was raw and untamed yet strangely comforting in its intensity.

His hands moved lower until he found the center of my body. He pushed a finger inside of me and I arched in pleasure, gasping his name.

"Ryrik..." I breathed, my voice a mere whisper in the silence of the room. My body convulsed at his touch, pleasure shooting through me like a ripple of electricity.

His eyes shone in the dim light, his gaze studying my face with an intensity that made heat flush to my cheeks. He pushed another thick digit inside of me, his thumb moving to circle a sensitive spot that had me bucking beneath him.

"Amber," he groaned, his voice full of desire and something much deeper. It was the type of emotion that made one"s heart race and their knees weak. Something I hadn"t expected to feel for Ryrik. Yet there it was, surprising the hell out of me.

His movements quickened, his fingers working magic within me. A knot tightened within my belly, and I pressed myself closer against him, desperate for the release that was tantalizingly near. His other hand tangled itself in my hair, pulling my head back as he moved to kiss my throat.

"Please don't stop!"

The knot tightened further and then sprung loose with a sudden rush. Warm waves of pleasure washed over me as I moaned his name. He continued his ministrations until I finally slumped against him, boneless and spent.

Panting heavily, he switched our positions, rolling me over so that I now lay on the bed beneath him. The guilt I felt earlier had dulled into a hum at the back of my mind.

"You don't think we're done yet, do you?"

Ryrik positioned himself over me, his massive, throbbing cock probing my entrance. Excitement coursed through me. I longed to feel him moving within me. His skillful hands had given me some much-needed release. What would other parts of him do?

I couldn't see his body clearly, but I felt he was different, the shape, the texture of his hard length against my skin sending shivers to the base of my spine.

He slid inside of me with slow, measured strokes, strange pressure against my clit, striking me over and over again, the channel of my pussy stretched to his girth. I gasped at the intrusion, a mix of pain and pleasure radiating from where our bodies joined. His eyes bore into mine, seeking any sign of discomfort. I gave a small nod, encouraging him to continue.

Ryrik moved in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of sensation coursing through me. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and soft moans that punctuated the silence.

"Amber," he growled into my ear, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin there. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his lips trailing kisses along my skin. "You make me want to devour you."

The heat in his words took my breath away as his movements grew more insistent, and I matched his rhythm, moving in sync with him. Every ridge and vein of him lit fires in places I never knew could burn. It felt raw and primal, stripped down to nothing but instinct and desire.

A tight knot of pleasure wound itself around my core as he moved slowly, pulling out and pushing back into me with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

His hands found mine, our fingers intertwining as he pinned them above my head. The gesture was both dominating and intimate. I returned his intense gaze, my heart pounding against my ribs like a wild drumbeat. There was an unspoken understanding in his eyes, a reassurance that he would take care of me.

Ryrik continued to drive into me, setting a pace that had us both clinging to each other. His lips captured mine in a deep kiss that mirrored our escalating desire. He tasted like fire, danger, and something that I couldn"t quite name but craved nonetheless.

Every stroke was measured and controlled, pushing into me deeper each time. An orchestra of sensations erupted within me. Pain mingled with pleasure in a dizzying dance, leaving me gasping for breath.

Ryrik"s hands moved to my breasts, skillfully playing with my nipples, bringing forth delicious shivers that resonated throughout my being. His rhythm increased, every thrust leaving me wanting more.

Incoherent words escaped my lips as he drove further into me. The room filled with the sounds of our labored breathing and shared fervor, creating a symphony of desire around us.

My nails dug into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name in a fevered plea for more… for him. He responded with a groan of affirmation, driving into me harder and deeper.

His teeth captured my nipple, and I nearly screamed as his tongue caressed the sensitive bud, the sharp pleasure-pain sensation causing my hips to arch up towards him. He let out a low growl that vibrated against my skin, igniting a fresh rush of anticipation within me.

His movements became more frenzied, matching the rapid beat of my heart. I felt a coil of tension tightening within him, signaling his own nearing climax. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers pressing deeply into my flesh as he implored me to match his pace.

The world around us seemed to shrink down to this one room, this single moment. Everything else became unimportant. There was only Ryrik and the pleasure he gave me. His body hovered over mine in the faint, dancing light. It was a sight I would remember forever.

Driven by instinct and need, I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. His pace faltered for a moment, the sudden change in rhythm drawing a soft gasp from his lips.

Our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself, each of us pushing the other closer and closer to the edge.

As if he sensed my impending release, Ryrik slowed his strokes to torturous slides that kept me teetering on the very cusp of ecstasy. He lifted his head from my chest and looked down at me with hooded eyes whose intensity mirrored my own desperate craving for fulfillment.

"Amber," he said again. His voice was hoarse from desire, his red eyes dark and intense. He leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against my ear. "I need you."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I clenched around him in response. He groaned, his hands moving from my breasts to grip my hips tightly. Our bodies moved together in the dim light, two silhouettes writhing against the sheets.

Ryrik adjusted himself above me, allowing for deeper penetration. The new angle had me crying out in pleasure, my hands clutching him desperately as a fresh wave of pleasure threatened to consume me.

He caught my lips with his own, muffling any other sounds that dared to escape from between them. His kisses were rough and demanding, mirroring the rhythm of our bodies as they moved together in perfect harmony.

Suddenly, Ryrik broke away from our kiss to nip my neck instead. His teeth grazed over my sensitive skin, sending chills down my spine that only amplified the sensations coursing through me.

The knot within me tightened once more, this time threatening to break free at any moment. "Ryrik!" I gasped out his name again as if it were a prayer. He answered with a deep thrust that had me arching off the bed.

My heart pounded in my chest as euphoria washed over me in waves. My body trembled beneath him as I succumbed to the pleasure he offered. Every touch and every thrust sent me spiraling further and further into bliss.

Ryrik soon followed suit, his own climax announced by a deep groan that echoed through the room. His rhythmic movements gradually slowed before coming to a complete stop, leaving us both panting and clinging to each other in the aftermath of such physical exertion.