More.
By the Sands, Ryker would give her what she was asking for. It wasn’t a hardship. This was everything he’d wanted since he first heard her voice during the Choosing.
Every stitch of clothing was far too great of a barrier.
They kissed, becoming a tangle of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Brynleigh sucked on his bottom lip, and he groaned. He released her neck, cradled her bottom, and lifted her off the floor.
She wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her core against his hardened length.
“I want you, Ry,” she moaned, retracting her wings. “I haven’t stopped wanting you.”
The words were permission, an unleashing, and a summoning. They were everything Ryker had ever wanted to hear.
A growl rumbled through his chest as he reclaimed her lips, turned from the wall, and strode to the bedroom.
CHAPTER 29
You’re Going to Be the Death of Me
How in the world had they ended up here?
One moment, Brynleigh was pushing Ryker to accept the truth about Representatives, and the next, their mouths were fused in a passionate embrace. A fire had ignited in her core when his lips touched hers.
More.
Desire had her clinging to him, her legs hooked around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom.
She hadn’t been in here since her first night in the apartment.
The moment Ryker crossed the threshold, his thunderstorm and bergamot scent slammed into her, increasing her desire tenfold.
She wanted this—she wanted him.
Brynleigh belonged here, with him. There was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be, no one else she’d rather spend time with.
Her shadows sang in her veins, and her entire body ached for him.
“I need you,” she gasped against Ryker’s mouth, grinding against his impressive length.
She’d never needed anyone so badly in her life.
Kicking the door shut, he carried her to themiddle of the room. From her peripheral vision, she made out the edges of the mattress behind her.
His chest heaved as he lifted his lips from hers, and he gruffly said, “Let go, sweetheart.”
Once, she would’ve questioned whether she could trust this fae. Once, she would’ve berated herself for breaking all the rules to be with him.
No longer. She was free from her rules, and her heart belonged to him.
She trusted him.
Brynleigh gasped as that realization hit her just as strong as his scent had moments ago. The last bit of water that had divided them dried up, leaving nothing separating them.
As she unhooked her legs and released her grip on his shirt, she smiled. The mattress was a soft cloud when she landed on it.
The moon peeked through the clouds, lining Ryker’s body in silver as he gazed upon her.