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.

was warm 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

he said, his voice dripping with mock condescension. 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

1. me.

shirt, but before I could 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 knees

please," I begged, my voice cracking.

he growled, his tone sharp and commanding. 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

moaned, my voice thick with excitement. My body thrummed with anticipation as his hands roamed, teasing my nipples with slow, deliberate circles. His mouth

I whimpered, my thighs slick with need. "I'm so fucking

his tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, and I nearly screamed. He didn't stop, his mouth working me

wildly 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

curling just right, and another wave of pleasure built almost instantly. He climbed over me, his body hovering close, his breath hot against my ear. "Look at me,"

his gaze. His face was taut with restraint,