“Goodnight, Brynleigh,” he replied, wishing he could stay awake forever and continue talking to her. “Sweet dreams.”
Night-blooming roses perfumed the air,the floral scent nearly overwhelming in its intensity. There was something else beyond the flowers. Something deep and crisp and entirely…right.
Ryker’s soul sang at the fragment, and his magic hummed a quiet, honeyed melody in his veins.
He sighed contentedly. He could stay here forever.
"Ryker?"
That voice. That sweet, sweet voice. Even if he went centuries without hearing it, he’d recognize it immediately.
He opened his eyes, unsurprised to find Brynleigh stretched out beside him. After all, this was his dream, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even after everything that had happened between them, she still haunted him, waking and sleeping.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching for her.
They were in his apartment, his navy sheets covering their nakedness as they lay together. Golden waves tumbled over her shoulder, and her red lips were parted, showing off her fangs.
By the Black Sands, his wife was beautiful.
He’d never met anyone as stunning as her. She was a brilliant moon shining in the night sky after a month of darkness. A flower blooming amid frigid snow. She was everything he’d ever wanted without even knowing he was missing something.
Ryker brushed his knuckles down Brynleigh’s cheek, delighting in the responding shiver that ran through her. His cock hardened, straining for her. Unable to help himself, he leaned in, cupped her cheek, and kissed her.
The moment their mouths fused, everything in his world righteditself. His mind cleared like he’d been living in a fog, but now it was gone.
Thiswas where he belonged. With her. Always.
“More, Ry,” Brynleigh moaned against his lips.
Had so sweet a sound ever been spoken before this moment?
He thought not.
Brynleigh’s lips parted, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She let him in willingly, and he tasted her.
He groaned.
It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
She moaned, rolling on top of him as their tongues battled for dominance. He was as hard as steel, pure need burning through him.
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. Nothing that 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.