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What Ryker doesn’t understand though is that there’s nothing anyone can do to me that would ever take away my need for my husband. It isn’t simply a want when it comes to Ryker. Want is too easy a word to describe what I feel for him. Ryker may be obsessed with me, but he consumes my entire being. He once said I’m nothing without him, and he couldn’t have spoken truer words. Iamnothing without him. I can’t breathe without him. Can’t function. My heart doesn’t beat right unless I’m with him.
Sex is a big part of our relationship. Not the most important part, but it’s still a large part of our connection, and I feel like that connection has been tampered with. I want it back so desperately that I feel like I’ll wither away without it.
I lift my eyes back to him. The muscles in his jaw twitch, and his eyes flare a brilliant silver. He’s hungry. It’s so easy to see, and it floods my pussy with more juices. He must feel it because his cock jumps against my core.
“I want you, Ryker,” I tell him, my voice a raspy whisper. “I love you for worrying about me. For caring enough not to touch me for fear of my mental well-being. It’s incredibly sweet, and you’ll never know how much it means to me.” I rock my hips, sliding my pussy all over his hard cock. I dig my nails into his pecs and lean down to put my face closer to his. “But if you don’t fuck me within the next minute, I’ll do it myself.”
“Goddamn it, Savina,” he growls, the wood of the headboard making a creaking sound when he jerks on the silk. “I’m trying to be sensitive here. You need fucking time.”
“No,” I say firmly. “What I need is for my husband to fuck me. That’s what I need.” The tip of his cock slides against my opening and my breath catches as it nudges me. “I fucking crave it, Ryker.”
“Vicious.” His voice is a guttural growl, and it’s a wonder he hasn’t cracked teeth with how hard he’s clenching them. “Untie me.”
I swirl my hips around and the head of his cock grazes my hole again, going just a tiny bit inside. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Fuck!” Ryker shouts.
One moment, I’m on top of him, barely restraining the urge to impale myself, and in the next, Ryker is free from the silk ties. He jacks up to a sitting position and wraps his hand around my throat. I’m so stunned by the sudden move that my mouth drops open and my eyes widen. I try to suck in a breath, but don’t get much air because of the tight collar around my neck.
Ryker seethes in my face, the hot air of his heavy breathing wafting across my face. He looks angry now, but beneath that emotion is a carnal need so potent that it blisters my skin.
“I fucking told you we were going to wait,” he grits out. His free hand digs into the skin of my waist. He lifts me, and the head of his cock is back at my entrance. “But my needy, little cock-whore of a wife is just too impatient, isn’t she?”
I try to nod, but my head doesn’t move much because of his grip. I can feel my face turning red from the pressure. It’s not enough to completely take away my air, but I still struggle to breathe.
“You want my cock, baby? You want it so deep inside you that you’ll feel me there for days?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
The sound barely leaves my lips before he’s brutally forcing my hips down, thrusting his hips up at the same time. And then I’m blessedly full of him. It’s painful at first. It always is when he first enters me. But that initial pain never lasts long. It’s quickly replaced with a sensual fullness that I’ll never get enough of.
I cry out, partly in pain, but mostly in pure pleasure. “Ryker!”
“Is this what you want, Vicious?” he demands. “For me to own this pussy? To possess and fucking take it?”
I nod my head as best as I can.
“Fucking hell,” he grunts. He forces me off his cock only to shove me back down. “So goddamn tight. You take my cock so well, Vicious.”
Up and down. In and out. He fucks me like a savage hell-bent on destroying my pussy. I am destroyed. My heart, my soul, my entire being has been obliterated by this man. He’s ruined me for all others.
“More, Ryker,” I wheeze out past my constricted throat. “Harder, deeper. Fuck me faster. Claim me. Own me. Show me I’ll only ever be yours.”
He flips us around so I’m on my back and he’s wedged between my thighs. He peers down at me, his expression uncivilized in its beauty.
“You are mine, Savina. Always and forever. In this life and beyond death. I’ll fucking follow you to the afterlife if I have to. And if I go before you, I’m taking you with me.”
His last claim should worry me. He’s basically saying if he dies, he’ll kill me to keep me by his side. But the thing is, I wouldn’t want to live without him anyway. It’s probably not the most healthy way to love a person, but our relationship has never been healthy. I’ll gladly step through death’s door if it means never being away from Ryker.
With my legs jacked up over his shoulders, nearly folding me in half, Ryker pounds my pussy so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. My scream of pleasure mixes with his deep grunts and the near constant growl leaving his throat. He fucks me hard and fast and deep, just like I begged him to.
“Such a vicious little angel, taking my cock so good.” He thrusts and holds his hips against me, grinding down. “Is this deep enough for you?” He pulls back and slams back inside, hispelvis hitting my clit just right. “Is that hard enough for you?” He does it again. “Fast enough?”
“Yes!” I yell. “God, yes, Ryker.”
He retreats, but this time he doesn’t move forward again. He holds himself with just the tip inside.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Savina?” he asks, his silvery glare holding my gaze prisoner.