The sheet slipped, unveiling her beautiful body. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight as she straddled him, the heat from her core pressing against his length.
“I want you,” she pleaded against his lips. Her fingers trailed down his chest, every touch sending fire blazing through him. “I never stopped wanting you.”
Those words were fucking everything.
He reared up, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. At the same time, he gripped her hips and lifted her.
Brynleigh gasped into his mouth, a moan running through her as he lowered her onto his hardened shaft. He tried to take his time, but he needed her so badly. Restraint tightened his muscles, and he groaned as she took him to the hilt.
Fuck. This was everything he ever wanted.
When they came together, nothing else mattered. Nothingthat had happened in the past could ruin them; nothing could break them. He wouldn’t allow it.
Brynleigh’s movements were languid, as though she was desperate to stretch the moment out for as long as possible.
He reached for her, pulling her mouth to his. He needed to taste her again. She was like ambrosia of the gods, and he was a mortal eager for the smallest sample.
Each caress was deeper than the last. Their lips and tongues danced to a tune as old as time itself as their bodies moved together.
Ryker groaned, his fingers digging into Brynleigh’s hips as he thrust into her warmth. He didn’t have to worry about being rough with her—she could take everything he gave her.
She moaned, throwing her head back and digging her nails into his chest as she rode him, chasing her pleasure. Shadows slipped from her palms, covering them in a black mist.
She was an angel of darkness, and he would happily follow her into a starless night.
Ryker slid his hand between them, finding her clit, and rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves. She gasped, her movements gaining a frantic edge as she climbed towards her release.
There was nothing sweeter in the world than watching the woman he loved find pleasure with him.
“Come for me,” Ryker ordered on a groan.
Brynleigh obeyed beautifully, breaking apart with a cry he was certain could be heard for miles. Her mouth parted, her fangs glimmering in the pearly moonlight. Her walls clenched around him, pulling his release from him with a strangled groan.
“I love you,” he panted as soon as he could form words once again, peppering her with kisses. “I promise I’ll never stop loving you.”
CHAPTER 21
The Couple that Slays Together
Brynleigh was pacing.
Fuckingpacinglike a nervous wreck who couldn’t sit still. It was an odd feeling that was wholly unbecoming of a graceful vampire. Her Maker would surely frown upon this action, yet she couldn’t seem to stop. Even the beautiful vampire-safe glass that allowed her to watch the sun didn’t calm her nerves.
Ryker was returning home. He’d texted an hour ago that he was picking Marlowe up from the kennel and coming to the apartment.
She’d been sitting by the windows; her attention split between the book she’d stolen from Jelisette and the noon sun glowing so brilliantly in the sky when her phone buzzed. His message broke her concentration, and she hadn’t been able to read a single word since then.
After her victory at Horizon and the subsequent meeting with Dimitri, Brynleigh had returned to the apartment and nursed her injuries. Several pints of blood later, both her wounds and the fight were just memories. Painful, but in the past.
Yesterday, Jelisette messaged that she’d have another job soon. She also hinted at another rebel meeting.
Thank all the gods, it seemed like Brynleigh’s theft had gone unnoticed.
Brynleigh’s socked feet padded silently along the hardwood floors of Ryker’s apartment. Their apartment? She wasn’t sure.
The blanket she’d used for the past few days was folded at the base of the couch, with her pillow on top. She wasn’t returning his shirt, though. She’d claimed it as hers.
He could fight her for it. She’d probably win.