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.

bit my lip, trying to hold back the wave of need crashing through me, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. "If you don't fuck

my waist, sharp enough to make me gasp. My legs trembled, my body arching toward him, desperate to close the distance. His clothes were still on, damn it, and I wanted them gone. My fingers itched to rip his

1. me.

mouth moved lower, grazing my hipbone. His teeth sank in lightly, and a wave

I begged, my voice cracking.

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

fuck,” I moaned, my voice thick with excitement. My body thrummed with anticipation as his hands roamed, teasing my nipples with slow, deliberate circles. His mouth followed, trailing hot kisses

slick with

his breath teasing the sensitive skin. Then his tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, and I nearly screamed. He didn't stop, his mouth working me with relentless

hips bucking wildly as pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred, my mind blank, consumed by the aftershocks. "Holy fuck," I

climbed over me, his body hovering close, his breath hot against my ear. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice rough

open, meeting his gaze. His face was taut with restraint, sweat beading on his forehead. "Harder," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper.