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.

against my skin, so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. My cheeks flushed, desire pooling low in my belly. I 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 me soon, I swear

He shifted to my side, his lips brushing the curve 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. His clothes were still on, damn it, and I wanted them gone. My fingers itched to rip

1. me.

grazing my hipbone. His teeth sank in lightly, and a wave of pleasure

my voice cracking. "Touch

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

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

thighs slick with

a low rumble. His lips hovered just above my core, 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 precision, licking

hit me like a tidal wave, my hips bucking wildly as pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred, my

almost instantly. He climbed over me, his body hovering

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