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 the middle 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.
Fuck, he was stunning.
Reddish-brown damp hair framed his face. Beautiful chocolate eyes studied her. There was a new depth to his gaze that hadn’t been there before, but if anything, it made him more alluring. Not that he needed any help. He was so gods-damned handsome, this husband of hers.
Her eyes traveled lower.
Ryker’s shirt clung to him like a second skin, accentuating his muscles and the hard planes of his chest. Her gaze dipped lower still, past the waistband of his shorts. She paused on the evidence of his arousal, unable to stifle the small moan that rose through her.
Knowing he wanted her as much as she did him sent a rush of warmth through her. She pressed her thighs together, achingly empty.
Ryker noticed the direction of her gaze and smirked.
Those fucking dimples made another appearance. Without them, he was a handsome fae. Too handsome, if she was honest. But when those dimples showed up, she was rendered completely and utterly helpless. Add in the sight of his elongated canines, a marker of his fae descent, and a thrill raced through her.
Her fangs throbbed in her gums, echoing the desire pulsing through her.
Back in The Pit, she never thought she’d be with Ryker again, let alone experience another moment like the one they’d shared on their wedding night.