“Good to know.” A twinkle entered his eyes. “Can I take it off?”
“Please.” She lifted her arms above her head, but he chuckled darkly.
Taking hold of the neckline with both hands, he shifted his weight so his legs straddled her on either side. He leaned over and kissed her, hisfirmness resting in the apex of her still-clothed thighs. She gasped as he pressed against her.
A low chuckle rumbled against her mouth, and a loudripfilled the room. Startled, she made a sound of protest, but he swallowed the noise with his mouth. He slid the scraps of her sweater out from beneath her and tossed them aside. He pulled off her leggings and panties, and his shorts quickly followed.
She didn’t have time to admire his naked moonlit figure before he returned to his position, his head dipping as he kissed her jaw. She gasped, pressing herself closer to him.
More. She needed more.
“I missed you.” Ryker kissed her neck. “Every night, I wanted you.” A trail of searing kisses went across her collarbone. “You haunted my dreams and my nightmares.” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “I’ve never stopped needing you.”
He covered her in kisses, tasting her as though he was starving and had never eaten in his life. Every time he lifted his lips from her flesh, he told her how much he wanted her. Needed her. Cared for her.
How he would take care of her from now until the end of their days. Again and again and again, he devoured her with kisses until she was a writhing mess beneath him.
When Brynleigh felt like she would die from the fire inside her, Ryker cupped her breasts. He rolled her nipples beneath her thumbs, his gaze dark as it met hers.
“You’re mine,” he told her before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
She arched her back, a strangled cry rising as he played with her other breast.
Oh gods.
When she didn’t reply, he released her nipple and rested his chin on her chest. His eyes flashed with that same possessiveness she’d glimpsed on their wedding day. “Whose are you?”
“Yours,” she gasped.
“Good girl.” He rewarded her by taking her other nipple in his mouth.
She moaned as he licked and sucked as though his life depended on it. On and on and on he went, tasting her.
Every gasp, every moan, every movement seemed to spur him on. He didn’t stop, though. Not until she was a desperate puddle beneath him, begging for more.
Ryker was playing with her. The audacity. She could sense his playfulness in every kiss, every nip, every time he ground his hips against hers, his cock just outside of where she desperately needed it.
He wasn’t the only one capable of playing games. There was no doubt he wanted her—but would he let her take control?
She’d find out.
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.