CHAPTER 58
RYAN’S POV
I slammed her against the wall harder, lifting her up as if I needed her close enough to feel every beat of my heart against hers, lifting her until her legs wrapped around me because I wasn’t giving her a chance
to walk away, not again, not now, not when she was mine and carrying a part of me inside her. “You’re
mine, Anna. Every part of you. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
“Ryan, stop, please–we’re in a hospital–this isn’t appropriate-” she whispered, her voice cracking, her
fingers still clutching at my shoulders as if she didn’t know whether to push me off or hold me there.
“I don’t give a damn where we are,” I muttered as I bit her lips, swallowing her protests, kissing her like I was starving for her, like I’d been lost without her and just found the one thing I couldn’t live without. I kissed her until her mouth opened for me, until her gasps turned into soft moans, until her fingers stopped resisting and started grabbing fistfuls of my shirt as if she needed something to hold on to or else she’d fall apart.
Her whimpers were muffled against my mouth, but I felt them, every sound vibrating through me like
electricity. I didn’t let her pull away. My hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back just enough so I
could bite at her neck, making her whimper again and again. My other hand gripped her ass, keeping her tight against my body while I ground my hips into hers, showing her exactly how much control I still had.
“You think you can walk away from me?” I growled against her skin, biting her jaw, moving my mouth back to hers. “You can’t, Anna. You’re carrying my baby. You belong to me. Whether you like it or not, whether you say it or not, you fucking belong to me.”
Her voice was shaking as she whispered, “Ryan, stop-” but her nails dug into the back of my neck, her legs tightened around my waist, her lips found mine again like her body was moving on instinct, betraying every word she was trying to say.
I didn’t give her a second to think. I pulled her off the wall, carried her across the room as if nothing else mattered, because it didn’t. Not her begging me to stop. Not the hospital room. Not the risk. Nothing mattered except the way she held on to me like I was the only thing anchoring her to the world. I laid her down on the bed and was on top of her in the next breath, not letting her go, not even for a second.
My hands were all over her, lifting her dress, grabbing her breast and squeezing it while she gasped under me, her eyes wide and glassy and so damn beautiful I wanted to lose myself in them. “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” I groaned, biting down on her collarbone, making her cry out, making her arch into me. “You drive me insane, Anna. Do you know that? You make me crazy. And now you’re talking about getting rid of my baby? No. No, not fucking happening. Over my dead fucking body.”
She didn’t answer, not with words, but with the way she kissed me back, with the way her body moved under mine, desperate and frantic, as if she needed me just as bad. I slid my hand into her dress again,
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cupping her breast, kneading it, rubbing my thumb over her nipple while she moaned into my mouth. And then I pulled it out, leaned down, and sucked her through the fabric, groaning when she whimpered and clawed at my back.
She tried one last time to whisper that we needed to stop, but the second my mouth closed around her throat and I sucked hard, her words turned into a loud, breathless moan. That was when I knew I had her. That was when I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
I raised her gown higher, shoved her panties to the side, and buried my face between her legs as if I’d been dying for a taste of her, and maybe I had. Maybe I was just that far gone. Her thighs shook against my head, and her hand grabbed my hair, holding me in place while she tried to muffle her moans.
“F–fuck–fuck–Ryan–yes, right there–oh my god–this is so fucking risky-” she gasped, trying to talk but failing as I licked deeper, harder, fucking her with my tongue until she broke apart all over my mouth
Her release splashed against my face, and I didn’t stop, didn’t pull back until I licked her clean, until I felt her go limp under me. Then I stood up, yanked my pants down, positioned myself between her legs, and slammed into her in one brutal, hungry thrust.
She screamed, but held on to me tighter as I whispered, “Sorry, baby,” against her neck.
“No–don’t stop–go deeper–faster–we have to be quick before someone comes in,” she panted, and I did exactly what she asked. I started thrusting, hard, deep, fast, losing myself in the way she moaned, in the way her nails scraped down my back, in the way her eyes looked up at me as if she wanted to cry and kiss me at the same time.
I bent down, kissed her again, slipped my hand into her dress to massage her breast again, then pulled it out, sucked on it while she arched into me, her voice getting louder, her legs wrapping tighter. “You’re so fucking sweet,” I groaned, my hips slamming into her over and over while she held onto my waist, urging me to go faster, harder, deeper until the doorknob twisted.
My body froze mid–thrust.
Anna’s eyes widened.
“Shit!”
