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Ryan hovers over me, his muscular arms framing me in as he moves, his body like a cage around mine. His skin is warm, slick with sweat from the intensity between us. His biceps bulge as he grips the headboard, the muscles in his chest flexing with every breath he takes. His long, dark hair falls around his face, some strands sticking to his damp skin, the rest falling in wild waves over his broad shoulders. His molten brown eyes lock onto mine, dark with hunger, and I feel a rush of heat flood through me.

I’m breathless beneath him, my heart pounding in my chest as he holds himself over me, our bodies so close I can feel the heat radiating off him, but he’s teasing me, not quite letting our bodies touch fully. His gaze is so intense that I can barely stand it, but I can’t look away. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, all raw power and dominance, every inch of him carved from muscle. He looks down at me like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing he needs, and it makes my head spin.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His voice is a low growl, thick with possession and lust. His eyes flick down to my lips, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face as he leans in closer, his mouth hovering just above mine. "No fucking idea."

His words send a shiver through me, my entire body reacting to him. I arch my back, trying to close the distance between us, desperate for him, but he doesn't give in just yet. He grins, his gaze flicking down my body, taking in every inch of me, and the heat in his eyes intensifies. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my skin in a way that makes my breath hitch.

Then, without warning, he lowers his body onto mine, and the feel of his solid weight pressing into me steals every coherent thought from my mind. His skin is hot against mine, every hard line of muscle pressing into me, and I moan at the contact, wrapping my legs around his waist instinctively, and then his cock presses into me. He feels so damn good—strong, powerful, overwhelming in the best way.

Ryan moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips rolling into mine as his lips trail down the side of my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him more access, and he takes advantage of it, his tongue darting out to taste my skin before his teeth scrape lightly against my pulse. “You’re mine,” he growls against my throat, his voice rough with need. "I want you to remember that."

“I’m yours,” I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunch beneath my fingertips. His body feels like steel, hard and unyielding as he moves above me, and the sensation is driving me wild.

He presses deeper, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding, and the pressure builds inside me, making my breath come faster. I cling to him, losing myself in the feeling of him—his strength, his dominance, the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.

Ryan leans back slightly, his eyes blazing as he watches me, his hips still moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. "You make me want things I promised myself I didn't need." he says, his voice rough and low. He grins, that same cocky, devastating grin, and then he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Baby, I need all of you.”

Ryan’s lips graze my ear, sending a jolt of electricity through me. His voice, that deep, gravelly tone, makes my whole body hum with anticipation. I’m so lost in him, the world narrowing down to just the two of us, the way he feels against me, inside me. The steady rhythm of his hips has my head spinning, and I can’t think beyond the sensation, beyond the heat building between us.

His hands slide up my sides, fingers digging in just enough to remind me of his strength, of the raw power in his body. He’s always in control, always holding back, but right now, I can feel that control slipping. There’s a wildness in his eyes, molten and dark, as he watches me beneath him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so possessive, so completely consumed.

“Look at me,” he growls, his voice rough as he slows his pace, almost pulling out of me completely. My eyes snap open, meeting his, and I’m lost in that gaze—intense, burning, as if he’s staking his claim right here, right now. “You feel that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. “That’s all me. You’re mine, baby. Every inch of you.”

His words send a wave of heat crashing through me. I’m trembling beneath him, my fingers digging into his back, clinging to him as he thrusts deeper, the force of it making me gasp. His mouth captures mine in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he drives harder into me. I moan into his mouth, my body arching against him, and the pressure building inside me is almost unbearable.

Ryan pulls back slightly, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes are locked on mine, and there’s something primal in his gaze, something that makes my heart race even faster. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, his voice a low rasp. His hands grip my hips tighter, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot that has me seeing stars.

I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I can do is feel—every muscle in my body tightening as I climb higher, the tension coiling tight in my belly. Ryan’s eyes never leave mine, watching me with that intense, possessive gaze that has me unraveling beneath him. “I want you to come for me,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Right now. I want to see you fall apart for me.”

His words push me over the edge, the pressure inside me snapping as a mind-blowing orgasm tears through me. My whole body tenses, arching up off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, stealing my breath. I cry out his name, clutching at his shoulders as my vision goes white, the intensity of it overwhelming.

Ryan doesn’t stop. He keeps moving, his thrusts slower now, more deliberate, drawing out every last shuddering aftershock. He watches me the entire time, his eyes dark and intense, like he’s committing every second to memory. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “That’s my girl.”

When I finally come down, my body is trembling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Ryan’s still hovering above me, his eyes devouring every inch of me, like he can’t get enough. He lowers himself onto his elbows, his weight pressing into me in a way that feels comforting, grounding, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He kisses me softly, his lips gentle now, a stark contrast to the possessiveness from before. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice still rough from the intensity of what just happened. He pulls back slightly, his eyes scanning my face, taking in the flush of my skin, the way I’m still panting, and he grins, that cocky, devastating grin that makes my heart skip a beat.

Ryan's hands grip my hips tightly as he shifts, pulling out slowly. His molten brown eyes are dark with lust, gaze fixed on mine. "Turn around for me, baby," he growls, his voice deep and commanding.

I shiver at the sound, my body responding before my mind catches up. I roll over, pressing my knees into the mattress, bracing myself with my hands as he positions himself behind me. His hands roam over my back, tracing my spine before they settle on my waist, pulling me back against him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect like this,” he mutters, his voice rough and possessive. I feel the tip of him press against me again, teasing, his hips moving forward slowly, deliberately. The stretch of him as he fills me once more steals the breath from my lungs.

Ryan lets out a low, primal groan as he sinks all the way inside. His pace is torturously slow at first, each thrust deep and controlled, making me feel every inch of him. The sound of skin on skin and the heat radiating from his body sends me spiraling.

“God, you feel incredible,” he grunts, fingers digging into my hips as he picks up the pace. His thrusts become faster, more urgent, his control unraveling with each movement. “So, fucking tight. You have no idea how bad I need you.”

Every inch of my body feels like it's on fire, burning for him. I can barely hold myself up, the intensity of each thrust shaking me to my core. His hands roam from my waist to my shoulders, pulling me back against him, making me take every inch of him. I cry out his name, the pressure building, my body aching for release.

Ryan’s breath is ragged now, his voice coming out in a low growl. “Natalie... fuck... baby.” His voice is raw, filled with need, and the possessiveness in his words makes my heart race.

He leans over me, pressing his chest against my back, his mouth at my ear. "You drive me fucking crazy," he breathes, thrusting deeper, harder, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "I’m gonna come... fuck... I want to feel you fall apart around my cock again first."

His hand slips around to my front, finding the spot that sends me over the edge instantly. I gasp, my body tensing as the orgasm rips through me, so intense it feels like I might break apart. I scream his name, barely aware of anything other than him, the way he feels inside me, the way he’s completely consumed me.

Ryan growls low in his throat as my body clenches around him, his movements becoming erratic, desperate. “Fuck...” He thrusts hard one last time, and I feel him come, pulsing inside me as he groans in my ear. His entire body shudders, hips pressed tightly against me as he rides out the last wave of his release.

For a moment, neither of us moves, our bodies tangled together, breathing hard, our skin slick with sweat. He finally collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, his breath still uneven against my neck.

“That was...” His voice is low, hoarse.

I smile, pressing a kiss to his chest, unable to form words, too overwhelmed by everything we just shared.