Page 21 of Branded Mine

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The door had barely closed behind us before Ryder had me pinned against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine with a hunger that stole my breath.

I held on tight as his hands roamed everywhere. He was rough, possessive, and I knew I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, moaning into the kiss, trying to grind my pussy against him. After a second, he spun me away from the wall and carried me through the house to his room.

He kicked the door shut with his boot, and the sound of us being sealed in echoed like a promise. Ryder set me on my feet just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, his calloused fingers brushing my skin with a reverence that made me shake and moan all in the same breath.

Before I knew what the hell was happening, because honestly, right now, I was in Ryder's world, he dropped to his knees. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach as he worked my jeans and panties down my legs in one rough motion.

“Been thinking about this,” he murmured against my thigh, his voice gravel-rough with raw need. “Every damn night since you came back. Dreaming about how you’d taste.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had me flat on my back, legs spread, with his big body wedged between them. His shoulders were broad, and he used them to keep me exposed as he put his mouth on me.

I opened my mouth on a soundless cry when I felt the hot, wet, relentless feel of his lips and tongue on my pussy.

He licked through my folds with long, slow strokes, taking his time until every pass of his tongue had my hips lifting helplessly toward his mouth. Then his lips closed around my clit, sucking with just the right pressure, and a broken moan tore from my throat. One big hand gripped my hip, holding me firmly in his control, while two thick fingers pushed deep inside me and curled in a way that made my entire body tighten.

I cried out, hands tangling desperately in his hair as the pleasure built too fast, too intensely, until there was nothing left but him. His mouth. His fingers. The rough strength of his hand keeping me exactly where he wanted me. When I finally broke, violent waves ripped through me, my back arching and my thighs trembling around his shoulders.

Ryder didn’t stop as he worked me through every shudder until I was shaking beneath him, oversensitive and breathless, his name falling from my lips like a broken prayer.

Ryder rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing all my wetness across his skin, before bracing his hands on either side of my head, leaning down, and kissing me deeply. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, and it seemed so obscene, so lewd, yet my pussy got even wetter.

I watched, chest heaving, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of muscle and old scars that only made him look more dangerous and attractive. When he reached forhis belt, his eyes darkened with pure dominance as they locked on mine.

“Hands above your head.”

The command sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through me, dripping from my pussy and down my ass crack, soaking the sheets beneath me. I obeyed, slowly stretching my arms above my head while Ryder watched every movement. His gaze followed the length of my body before settling on my wrists, and something about the intensity in his expression made my pulse beat even faster and more wetness leak.

He reached for his belt and pulled it free of his jeans, the soft slide of leather making my stomach tighten with anticipation. Instead of immediately tying me, he ran the strap through his hands once then looked down at me.

“You trust me?” The question was quiet, but I could see by his face how important my answer was to him. “Yes.”

Ryder’s jaw tightened. “Then keep your hands there.”

I did as he leaned over me and looped the leather around my wrists, taking his time as he secured them to the headboard. He tested the restraint with two fingers, making sure it wasn’t tight enough to hurt before sliding one finger beneath the leather to check it again.

“You tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, panting, unable to speak.

His gaze lifted to mine. “Let me hear the words, sweetheart.”

“I’ll tell you.” Only then did he seem satisfied.

Ryder sat back on his heels and looked at me. Really looked at me.

My arms were stretched above my head, my wrists bound together, my body completely exposed beneath him. I gave the belt an experimental tug and felt the leather hold firm. The realization that I couldn’t simply reach for him sent anotherpulse of heat through me, and my thighs instinctively shifted together, spreading my cream along my skin.

Ryder noticed, and his hand settled on my knee and slowly pushed my leg open again. “Don’t hide from me. Not now. Never, Lila.” His palm traveled slowly up the inside of my thigh, rough calluses dragging through my wetness and over sensitive skin until I shivered. “Let me look at you.”

There was something almost unbearably intimate about lying there while he took his time. He wasn’t rushing to get inside me or grabbing and taking simply because I had given him permission. Ryder’s hands moved over my body as if he’d imagined touching me so many times that now that he finally could, he refused to miss any of it.

He bent and kissed my stomach then lower, his mouth brushing over my hip as his hands spread my thighs wider. By the time he moved back over me, I was breathing hard and pulling uselessly against the belt.

“Ryder.”

“I know, baby.”