I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, pinching my nipples gently through the lace, wincing slightly at the sharp sting. Then, switching tactics, I massaged both breasts softly, soothing the tender spots. Foreplay was my favorite**being touched and teased with just the right hint of roughness was an exquisite kind of pleasure.
“Kennedy…” His voice cracked as he swallowed hard.
Before he could say more, I unclasped the bra, letting it drop to the cold stone floor with a soft rustle. Now free of fabric, I repeated the gentle ministrations, my skin fully exposed. I didn’t look at him, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through me. I could feel the heat of his desire mixing with mine, and the sound of our ragged breaths filled the room. One hand stayed pressed to my breast, while the other slid down beneath my panties. The pleasure was mounting too quickly**I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.
My fingers circled the swollen bundle of nerves, but the tension was building fast. To give myself a little more freedom, I slid my panties down just enough over my hips**enough to allow my hand better access, but not enough for Ryker to have an unobstructed view. I resumed rubbing my clitoris, then slowly eased two fingers inside my already drenched pussy. The tightness took my breath away, and I could feel my walls beginning to contract in anticipation of release. I moved my fingers in and out gently, a moan escaping my lips with each motion.
“Oh, shit! You’re so fucking amazing,” I breathed, glancing up to find Ryker gripping the shower frame, his hips subtly matching my rhythm. If this was the intensity of being aroused with him simply in the room, I shuddered to think how explosive actual sex would be.
Turning around, I placed one hand flat against the wall as I bent over, giving him a clear view of my hand sliding in and out of me. I spread my legs as far as my panties allowed, picking up the pace. Each stroke pressed my palm harder against my clitoris, heightening the sensation. Just like on the balcony earlier, his presence made everything feel more intense, more charged.
“Oh, fuck! Ryker, I’m coming. I’m coming. Yes, oh yes, yes, yes,” I chanted with every thrust, my walls tightening fiercely around my fingers.
“Kennedy, I can’t hold it,” he grunted, his voice strained.
“Don’t you fucking touch yourself!” I warned, still riding my hand as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
“I don’t need to. Oh shit! Ken…ne…dy,” he gasped, his pants and groans punctuated by the sudden snap of metal.
The screeching noise startled me, and I spun around, pressing myself against the wall as Ryker stumbled forward into the stream of the shower. He clutched the top frame of the shower door, which suddenly gave way with a loud thunk as the glass door crashed down onto the bathroom rug.
Ryker looked up at me, wild-eyed and holding a piece of broken metal, his breath coming fast. “What the hell did you do to me?” he demanded, a mixture of frustration and awe in his voice.
I shrugged casually, trying to appear unfazed. “Apparently, sexual acts with your mate are better than with anyone else,” I said with a sly smile. Without waiting for a response, I stepped past him, exiting the shower, carefully navigating around the fallen door, and making my way into my bedroom.
Ryker
What the hell just happened? I came in my shorts without even touching myself. Kennedy is unbelievably sexy, and she knows exactly how to move her body. She clearly doesn’t need me at all. Yet, she let me watch, and it was incredible. More than that**she said my name. Not the nickname she uses for my wolf, not some teasing sarcasm**just my name. Like she needs me as much as I need her. But then she walked away. She didn’t stumble or falter; she just left. I shattered the shower with the intensity of my orgasm, but did it affect her the same way? Do I mean so little to her?
“You really did abandon her, isolate her like some cursed Rapunzel. You’re damn lucky she let us get this close. Don’t screw this up any further,” my wolf growled in my mind.
“I know, thanks for the reminder. So, what now?” I asked, feeling the weight of my own failure.
“First, get out of those soaked shorts and go lie down next to her, dumbass.”
“What if she throws me out?”
“Then so be it. You have to try. Right now, action is your best shot. Words aren’t cutting it.”
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?”
“That’s why the Goddess gave me to you. Now go, see if she’ll let you stay.”
I peeled off my shorts, freeballing it since I knew just hearing her breathe made me hard again. Not exactly the smartest move, but there wasn’t much I could do. After finally steadying myself and pushing down the panic clawing at my chest, I stepped out of the bathroom. There she was, already in bed, curled on her side, fast asleep.
When she’s awake, she’s fierce and sharp**like a wild animal. But now, looking at her peaceful face, her hair splayed like a halo around her pillow, she looked like an angel. My angel.
“I thought you said she was a lamb,” my wolf teased in my head.
“She is. She always will be. Innocent, precious, easy to hurt. But she’s an angel. Look at her now.”
“I’ve been looking, idiot. Just waiting for you to catch on. Now get in bed before she realizes she still doesn’t like you.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. He wasn’t wrong. I climbed in beside her, turning to face her. I wanted to memorize every curve, every detail, just in case. I was exhausted and knew I wouldn’t last long, but I was determined to stay awake as long as possible.
“No, please, no,” I heard a soft whimper, and my eyes snapped open. Kennedy was in trouble**I could feel her anxiety radiating off her. I didn’t move, taking in my surroundings carefully. “Please…” A tingling tension wrapped around my ribs, and I looked down. She was lying across my chest, wrapped tightly in my arms. I had no idea when she’d moved there, but I knew one thing for sure: she’d come to me. I was still in the exact position I’d fallen asleep in.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.