Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 56

Xena's POV

Ryder's lips crashed into mine within seconds, a hungry edge to the kiss as he pushed me back against the wall. His body pinned me there, solid and unyielding, and I could feel the hard press of his dick against me, sending a rush of heat straight through my core.

My panties were soaked in an instant, the raw, electric tension between us sparking like wildfire. His hands were on me-rough, possessive, kneading my breasts with a mix of pain and pleasure that made my breath hitch.

Our tongues fought for control, a messy, desperate dance, and he ground himself against me, stoking the ache deep inside. I wanted this just as much as he did, maybe more.

Every touch chipped away at the walls I'd built, my body screaming for him even as my mind wrestled with the idea of him as my mate. A moan slipped from my lips, low and needy, and Ryder didn't hesitate-he tore my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor like tiny explosions. His mouth was on my nipple before I could process it, sucking hard, and I arched into him, overwhelmed.

I'd never gone this far before. Anxiety clawed at me, mixing with a sharp spike of self-consciousness, but Ryder didn't slow down. He was relentless, claiming me like I was his battlefield. "You're so fucking sexy," he growled against my skin, his voice rough and low.

Words failed me. All I could do was watch him-watch his lips tease and bite, his hands cupping my breasts like they were made for him, filling his palms perfectly.

My brain screamed at me to stop, to pull back, but my heart and body were traitors. They craved more-no, needed more.

Ryder lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine, dark and intense. "I promise I won't take you all the way tonight," he said, his voice softer now, "but let me make you feel

good."

My body trembled beneath him, a shaky mess of nerves and want.

"You've never done this before, have you?" he asked, his tone gentle but edged with something primal.

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Chapter 56

shook my head, unable to speak,

his chest, and in one fluid motion,

bed. He laid me down, his body hovering over mine, and my breathing turned ragged

just enough to look at me, his

"Do you want

II even want? My mind was a warzone, torn

brushed against the sensitive spot betw

slipping out before I

his voice steady despite the heat in his eyes. ") say it.. im not

your body reacts to me," he continued,, his game dropping to where goosebumps prickled across my skin. "That's why I know we're meant to

returned to my nipple, and my back arched off the bed, a helpless reaction t the heat of him. My hands

its

between them, gently parting them again. He didn't stop kissing me as his fingers brushed

mingling w

inside me. My breath hitched, my pulse racing as he teased me, his fingertip brushing that sensitive spot

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me," he said, his

my breath-passion, yes, but also care, a

poised at my entrance. A beat passed, and then my hands were on his face, pulling him closer, my breasts pressing against his chest

me. Then a second finger joined the first, stretching me, and

deliberate-but I didn't want careful. I needed more. "Oh, Ryder," I moaned, the sound