Ryker moved on from her breasts and was pressing languid kisses over her stomach, slowly moving towards her damp core when she reached for her shadows.
Those dark wisps that were her vampiric birthright flooded from her palms. In a smooth movement, Brynleigh hooked her legs around his waist and flipped them around. Shadows coated the bedroom floor as she straddled him.
His eyes widened, but his expression showed no fear or anger as he looked over her. “You released your wings again.”
He reached out to touch them, but she quickly snapped them back. Touching wings was a delicate intimacy she’d never shared with anyone, and she wanted to remain in control.
For now.
“I did.” Brynleigh bent and kissed him. “Do you like them?”
His gaze swept over them. “They’re beautiful, just like you.”
“If you’re good, I’ll take you flying one day,” she said cheekily.
A smirk danced on those lips, and he thrust his hips upwards.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Ryker’s hands landed on her upper thighs. “You have no idea how good I can be. Let me show you.”
The last words were barely more than a growl, and Brynleigh realized she was rapidly losing control of the situation. She’d flipped them for a reason, but she was having trouble remembering what that was.
“Maybe later. I have plans for you.” She rolled her hips over his length experimentally.
His tip rubbed her clit, and she gasped, clinging to his shoulders before doing it again. Waves of pleasure shot through her.
Ryker groaned, his head falling back on the mattress and his hands leaving her thighs. “Fuck, little vampire. You’re going to be the death of me.”
Maybe it was the fact that Ryker looked like he was on the brink of losing control, or perhaps it was the way his hands grappled at the sheets as she rubbed wantonly against him, but Brynleigh felt like a powerful goddess of the night.
They were alone; the barriers between them were gone, and this wasright.
Fanning out her wings behind her, she kissed him as her hands traveled over his bare flesh. She never lingered in one place too long, wanting to make him come undone.
Besides, she had a lot of missed time to make up for.
Eventually, he captured her wrists, stopping their tantalizing trail across his stomach.
“I need you,” he groaned.
Hearing him confess his desire was doing wonders for her self-esteem.
She shifted her hips over his length, letting her wetness coat him. “How badly do you want me?”
“I would give anything to be inside you right now,” he admitted.
More shadows flooded from her palms, and she spread her wings. Lifting her hips, she leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted like everything she’d ever desired, and she’d never get enough of this.
Reaching between them, Brynleigh took his cock in her hand.
A mangled groan rumbled through his chest. She drank in the sound, her fangs aching with need.
Isvana help her, but she loved that he was reacting like this because ofher. She stroked him several times before lowering herself onto his length. The moment his tip entered her, she threw back her head and moaned.
This was even better than she’d remembered.
Pain and pleasure surged through her as she took him inch by inch, stretching around him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the pain soon disappeared as she took him to the hilt.
“Oh, gods,” she breathed, adjusting to his size.