40. EXPLOSION

40

EXPLOSION

RYDEN

“ L et go, Ryden,” her voice was a soft order. I felt her body tightening around mine, her breath burning against my lips as she begged me to let her touch me. She took and took until all that was left was this… this incessant need to give her more, give her everything she desired.

“Yes. Yes.” A million fucking times yes to everything she asked, everything she would ask.

My world burst. My animal became quiet, almost whimpering, and everything felt bright, even though my eyes were closed. The feeling inside me was so overwhelming it made my breath snag.

My heart fucking tilted, and I knew why I ran, why I didn’t give into her even when I wanted to.

Because of this, I am undone!

There was no way to run away from this truth now. It was here for the world to see. So fucking obvious.

She was an explosion of stars. A destructive collision of universes. I was unprepared. My need for her was quicksand, and the more I tried, the more I sank. Faster, harder. There was no way now to go back to a world without her.

Trying not to say anything that would scare her away, I picked up the pace and felt her tighten around me.

The orgasm that followed was too strong. It broke me. It built me up.

She smelled amazing, heartbreakingly familiar. In all the dreams I had… all the nightmares, too.

“You look… odd. Something wrong?” she asked. I quickly opened the handcuffs, and she curled around me, her body draping mine, soft and silky, warm and comfortable. Her fingers went to the tattoo on my back as she mindlessly traced up and down my body, and mine went to that scarred butterfly.

I had never felt so at home with another person in my life. But she couldn’t be my home, could she? I couldn’t destroy her life. I couldn’t pull her into my chaos.

“No, everything is so fucking perfect, Red. I want time to stop, right here, right now,” I said, untangling myself from her.

“And?” she asked, running her fingers up my chest. “Are you leaving now?”

“No, I’m going to bring you something to eat. What do you want?” I asked as she stretched languorously on her bed, looking like a velvet temptation, inviting, and I wanted to jump right back into the madness and never come out.

“Anything,” she said with a yawn. “I need to go to the bathroom, but I don’t want to.”

“I’ll take you after I bring you food.”

I took a quick detour to the bathroom before I went downstairs. When I came back, she was half asleep, her bruised lips parted open in a soft snore. She didn’t look too powerful now. She looked fragile.

Grabbing a washcloth from her drawer filled with her toys—making a mental note to try everything—I walked to the bathroom. Filling a bowl with warm water, I walked back to the bed. She groaned when I gently pried her legs apart and sighed when I pressed the wet towel to her thigh.

“Go back to sleep,” I whispered, sliding the cloth up her thighs, dotted with her cum and blood.

There were scratches along her hips. Shit. But she wanted that; she begged for that. How perfect could a woman be?!

“What are you doing, Ryden?” she asked sleepily, twisting away from my grip and yawning. My heart twisted. Oh, it was going to kill me to say goodbye to her.

“Getting you ready for bed.”

“OH!” Her eyes snapped open. I continued to clean her body with the towel, my hand gently slipping up and down her skin. She stared at me like I was a stranger, like she hadn’t seen me before.

“Do you still want to go to the bathroom?”

“I need to pee.”

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She looked cozy curled up against my chest. When she came out, she motioned me to carry her back to the bed.

“Here. Eat it before you go to sleep,” I said, handing her the cake I found in her refrigerator.

“Oh, you spoil me.” She leaned against the headboard, pulling a pillow to her lap, still naked, spent, beautiful. She finished the cake, and I quickly grabbed her fingers and sucked them until they were clean.

“I’m no longer sleepy,” she said hoarsely, grabbing the glass of wine. “I have strawberries in my refrigerator.”

“And? What do you want to do with them?” I asked as she took a sip of her wine, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Eat, of course,” she said. “Why? What are you thinking, dirty boy?”

“Nothing,” I said, running downstairs and grabbing the fruits from the refrigerator. “I got you strawberries.”

I pressed them to her soft lips, and she sank her teeth in with a sigh.

I leaned closer and licked the tempting trail of sweetness down her chin, down her throat. She moaned, and I had these unwanted images popping up inside my head. Her in bed, years later, just as beautiful, just as enchanting.

Oh fuckkk… No.

I pushed her to the bed, and she moaned when I reached her slick pussy, already wet again, already begging for more. She was insatiable, and I loved it.

With a finger, I traced a long line from her clit to her pussy, before dipping it inside, soft, softer… When I pulled back, my finger was glistening with her cum. She groaned when she saw me rubbing it against the strawberry, her eyes curiously wild.

“Ryden…”

She bit her lips, her eyes never leaving mine, as I bit into the strawberry coated with her cum. Her body arched up in response, her skin vibrating with need as a moan left her lips.

“This tastes so much better, baby. So much better than anything else ever could.”

My food coated with my woman’s need for me! ME. Only me.

My fucking woman?

Oh, fuck it. She’s mine the first moment I touched her.

“Do you want a bite of it?”

She moaned and nodded. I smiled. I fucking loved her. It was a mistake, but… fuck.

I could run a million miles and would never be able to stop my need for her. I could go to another planet, and I still wouldn’t really get away from everything that was Yara West.

It was inevitable. The destruction. There was no way out of this obsession. It would ruin me, but I had no other choice. All I could do was hold on until then and pray that she wouldn’t rip my soul into pieces.

There was no way in hell I could let her go. Not after making her mine in every way possible. I bent down, burying my face between her thighs, searching for more of her. I smiled when she groaned.

When I was done, she was a screaming, cursing mess.

“You look so fucking smug, Ryden,” she said when I finally settled next to her.

“I am. I’m going to destroy your life, Red, and I don’t feel a shred of regret. Not anymore,” I said with a sigh, pressing a kiss against her shoulder, tracing that scarred butterfly above her breast.

“I’ll let you destroy my life, Ryden, if you promise to eat me out like that.” I knew she was thinking about the deal we made… the no-strings-rule.

Fuck that. It was broken a while ago, and I knew she’d try to unbreak it, but I’d try harder to keep her, to always keep her.

For the first time in my life, everything was blissfully quiet. I had never felt this… this peacefulness in my life. Even when I was young, I was always on alert. There was always that darkness, lingering, waiting.

Her fingers went to my lips. I bit her, and she yelped, giving me a mock glare.

“Always.”

Fucking forever, Yara. Because you’re mine. You will only ever be mine.

I had to iron out a lot of details, but for the moment, everything was just the way I wanted it to be.

I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her, cocooning her into my skin. She settled in, like she was made for my body.

She fit perfectly.

“Good night, baby.”