CHAPTER 24
RYAN’S POV
The second my hands closed over her ass I knew I wasn’t letting go, not now, not when she was right here pressed against me, kissing me like she wanted to drown in it, like breathing wasn’t even a priority anymore, and I kissed her back just as hungrily, my hands moving without thought, sliding up her back, around her waist, gripping and dragging her even closer because somehow, even with her chest pressed hard to mine, it still didn’t feel close enough. She pulled me deeper, her hand slipping under my white shirt, and the moment her palm met my bare chest I groaned into her mouth, the sound low and rough, my muscles tensing under her touch as my pulse kicked. up hard. She fumbled at my buttons in her rush, but when they didn’t open fast enough she just tore the shirt apart, buttons scattering across the floor, and I couldn’t bring myself to care for even a second.
I kept kissing her while she shoved the shirt from my shoulders, swallowing every moan that spilled from her, each one louder, needier, making me grip her tighter. My hands went for her clothes, ready to strip her myself, but she stopped me, stepping bock just far enough to start taking them off herself, slow at first, teasing me on purpose, every move dragging my eyes over her as if I had no choice in the matter.
‘Fuck,” I muttered, shaking my head as she peeled her top away. “Fuck, Anna… I’ll never get over this body.”
She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down those long, perfect legs, and I didn’t even let her finish before I grabbed her, lifting her and tossing her onto the bed. She landed with a soft bounce, and I was on her instantly, yanking her jeans off, unclasping her bra and flinging it somewhere behind me without looking, then hooking my fingers into her panties and dragging them down, my cock throbbing at the sight of her laid out beneath me like that.
My mouth crashed back onto hers as my fingers found her, stroking deep between her thighs until her breath hitched and her body tightened. I didn’t stop, working her harder, feeling her nails dig into my shoulders as she broke apart, her moans shaking through her chest. I went down on her then, licking her clean, tasting every drop until she was gasping, before kissing her again, shoving her own release into her mouth and feeling the shiver ripple through her.
I shoved my briefs down and, without a second’s pause, drove into her in one deep, hard thrust, her body gripping me instantly, her eyes flying open as a gasp tore from her lips.
“Look at me,” I rasped, holding her gaze as I filled her completely. “Always look at me when I’m making love to you,”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Anno,” I warned, my voice sharp.
“No, Ryan… please… don’t make me remember this. This is our last time. Just–just fuck me. Don’t put meaning into it.”
Her words slammed into me like a punch to the chest and for a split second I froze inside her, the sting of it cutting deeper than I’d ever admit. She had no idea that to me, there was nothing “just” about this. That every time I touched her, every time I was inside her, it carved her further into me until I didn’t know how to be without her. And now she wanted me to pretend it was nothing
Fine.
If she wanted “nothing,” I’d give it to her so hard she’d feel it every time she tried to pretend I didn’t matter.
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+25 BONUS
My jaw locked, my eyes narrowed, and I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her with enough force to rock the bed. Again. And again. Each thrust was harder than the last, not just fucking her but driving my anger into her, making sure she felt every ounce of what she was trying to throw away.
“Ryan–ah–stop-” she cried, her voice cracking under the strain, but her hands clung to me like she couldn’t let go even if she wanted to. “Ryan… Ryan… please-”
“Please what?” I demanded, my voice rough, my thrusts still pounding into her. “Please fuck you harder? Is that it?”
“Please… don’t stop,” she gasped, breaking on the words.
I didn’t. I gave her exactly what she asked for, merciless, my fingers sliding down to join my cock, fucking her with both until she was crying, her face wet, her voice trembling as she begged me to stop even though her body kept taking me, kept breaking for me.
“Stop… Ryan… ch–please…”
“This is what you wanted,” I growled, my pace vicious, watching her fall apart beneath me. “You said fucking. This is fucking.”
“Ryan–ah-” she screamed, her whole body shuddering, and I felt her about to break again, but I yanked out at the last second, leaving her empty, clenching around nothing
Her wide, desperate eyes shot to mine. “What’s wrong?” she panted, her gaze flicking to my cock still hard and heavy between us. I didn’t answer, just grabbed her, lifting her from the bed and carrying her to the full–length
mirror.
Her legs instinctively tried to wrap around me, but I set her down, turning her to face her reflection.
“If you want me to fuck you and not make love to you,” I said low, my voice sharp with all the anger I hadn’t let out yet, my eyes locked with hers in the glass, “then I’ll do it properly.
I pressed my hand between her shoulder blades, bending her forward until her palms braced against the dressing table, her reflection flushed, breathing hard, eyes wide.
“Hold the table,” I ordered, my hand gripping her hip hard enough to make her gasp. “And stick that ass out for me”
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