Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 153

Chapter 138(R18)

Xena's POV

"Ryder," I whispered, my voice trembling with need. "I need you."

He froze for a split second, his broad shoulders tensing. Then his eyes locked onto mine, darkening to a shade of midnight that made my stomach flip. "Fuck, that's hot," he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and low, like gravel. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine. His fingers grazed my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin just above my kneg, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My legs parted instinctively, craving more.

"God," I gasped, my voice barely audible, caught somewhere between plea and a

moan.

His lips curled into a wicked half-smile, his head tilting as he leaned in closer. "Think I can make you come without even touching you there?" His tone was playful, but his eyes burned with challenge.

desire pooling low in my belly. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the wave of need crashing through me,

of my hip. Then he nipped at the sensitive spot just below my waist, sharp enough to make me gasp. My legs trembled, my body arching toward him, desperate to close the distance.

1. me.

grab it, his mouth moved lower, grazing my hipbone. His teeth sank in lightly, and a wave of pleasure hit me so hard I nearly collapsed. My

please," I begged, my voice cracking.

He caught my wrists in one swift motion, pinning them together. His other hand moved to his belt, yanking it free with a single, fluid tug. The sound of leather sliding through fabric made my heart skip. I barely registered what he was doing until he looped the belt around my wrists, his teeth gripping the leather as he tightened it. He secured the loose end to a wooden beam above my head, leaving me stretched out, completely

thrummed with anticipation as his hands roamed, teasing my nipples with slow, deliberate circles. His mouth followed, trailing hot kisses from my chest to my stomach, inching lower with agonizing

I whimpered, my thighs slick with

teasing the sensitive skin. Then his tongue flicked

as pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred, my mind blank, consumed by the aftershocks. "Holy fuck," I panted, my eyes fluttering shut as his tongue continued its

almost instantly. He climbed over me, his body hovering close, his breath hot against my

eyes open, meeting his gaze. His face was taut with restraint, sweat beading on