by S. K. Yule
Without hesitation, he covered her once again with his frame, this time skin to skin, his erection pressed against her leg. He nibbled the side of her neck as his hips rocked in slow motion, the movement dragging his cock back and forth over her thigh. He dipped his head and tongued one nipple, then the other, into stiff peaks. She tugged at his head, pulling him tighter against her, reveling in the way his tongue and teeth stoked the fire of need.
The pressure continued to build inside her, and the throbbing ache in her pussy intensified once again and spread to her stomach. He slipped his hands under her ass and tilted her hips. He shifted and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. Holding her prisoner, he stared down at her. Need burned in the lavender depths of his eyes. The raw emotion on display stole the breath from her lungs.
“Watch me, Ellie.”
“I am,” she whispered.
He began to enter her one inch at a time. Her muscles bore down around him, and a moan bubbled out of her mouth. She held her breath as he stretched her, wondering if she’d be able to accommodate his full length. She fisted her hands at her sides, and goose bumps broke on the surface of her skin. Her heart raced as she watched him disappear inside her.
He pulled her legs even higher around his abdomen and rested most of his weight on his elbows. Framing her face with his big hands, he said, “I love you, Ellie.”
“I love—” He slid home, and as the pressure tipped toward stinging pain, she gritted her teeth. Within moments, any hint of pain was gone, and she tightened her legs around him. “I love you too,” she said.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured before kissing her.
He carefully slid from her and eased back in. Hot hunger for this man engulfed her, and all thought ceased.
When he stilled again, she frowned. “Don’t you dare stop now.” She cupped his cheek and ran her fingers over the whiskers on his jaw. “I’m fine. I won’t be if you stop though.”
He kissed her palm and slid into her. She placed her hands on his shoulders. All awareness other than the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him, the heat coursing through her, melted away. When his cock dragged over every nerve ending inside her, she couldn’t help but cry out again. Her muscles contracted around him, and the flame burned out of control. He clenched his teeth and thrust home again. Her nails sank into his skin.
“So tight,” he whispered. A fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead.
He sat up, dragging her with him, never retreating from her body. She straddled his lap. He gripped her hips and guided her up and down his cock. Ripples of pleasure spread through her, building with each plunge, the torrent of sensation nearly too much. She rose on her knees, then fell over him time and again. “Oh.” She kissed him. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Are you going to come for me again, Ellie?”
He thrust harder and faster, and she reached back to support herself on his thighs, so he could go even deeper. She shivered as the pressure inside increased, almost making her skin hurt. “Yes. I’m definitely going to come for you again.”
She rode him, matching him thrust for thrust. The gliding of his cock inside her, the slapping sound of her cheeks against his thighs, the grunts and gasps that escaped both of them, the lavender sear of his gaze coaxed the pressure to build again. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge. When his wet mouth closed over her nipple, the pressure broke and undulated through her.
She opened her mouth and screamed out as shudders rattled her insides. Bayden tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, drinking in every cry and whimper.
He continued to thrust through each pulse of her orgasm, and seconds later, raised his head and roared out his own release. Her muscles clenched around him, and his seed jetted into her with hot spurts. He held her close as she shook. She rested her head on his chest. His scent was intoxicating, and she felt safe snuggled against him.
He tilted her head up and gazed into her eyes. “You’re incredible.” He kissed her, slow and lazy. Taking his time, he licked and nibbled her lips.
“Mm. You taste good,” she said.
“You have my heart.”
“And I promise to take very good care of it.”
He started growing hard inside her again. He rolled her under him, and love enveloped her. Fate was a strange creature to take her all the way to a different planet to find the man who was her other half. “I love you.” He grazed the top of her shoulder where it met her neck with his teeth. “Mmm.”
“I love you too. Forever.”
Loose Id Titles by S.K. Yule
The WARRIORS OF RYON Series
Bayden
S. K. Yule
S. K. Yule’s love for reading started in high school, and finally inspired her to try her hand at writing. Once an outlet was discovered for an overactive—and at times overwhelming—imagination a passion for creating stories for others to enjoy was born.
You will most often find S. K. Yule tapping away on her laptop in her farmhouse located in a tiny Midwestern town with a population of one hundred and fifty. She lives with her real-life hero, her husband, and plans to have the happily ever after ending with him that she so often writes about.
Her spoiled rotten children consist of three yorkies, Potter, Stimpy, and Georgia; one miniature schnauzer, Jada; and a loveable half min pin/sheltie mix, Reese.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Loose Id Titles by S.K. Yule
S. K. Yule