Chapter 7

Chapter 7

BRYNN

If I thought this would be carnal, I was this close to being proved wrong. Calling this incident 'carnal' would have been an understatement that doesn't reflect Ryker's skills in the bedroom. 

Ryker is a beast in bed. He's sex on the limbs. His breath sizzles down the nape of my neck when he hugs me and caresses me gently at the exposed skin of my waist, and I let out an intoxicating sigh. I never thought being with him would be this good.

To be honest, I never knew what to expect when I was around him. What can you even begin to expect from someone who is goddamn royalty? You can never be ready for what you are going to get.

He keeps you enticed.

Wondering.

Walking on your tippy toes.

Eyes open.

Mouth slightly agape.

He's a prince, for fuck's sake, and when you are with him, you would never want to expect anything more than what he was willing to give you. So I didn't. I couldn't have asked anything more than that from him apart from his presence in my life. I'm not a basket case, and neither I was going to be his charity.

Even right now, when he's staring down right into my eyes as he kisses the skin of my neck, I melt in his arms. Shivers run down my spine. I part my lips and lick them. And all I taste is desire, need, and lust. All these words popping into my mind when I gaze into his eyes have almost the same meaning. But when you're with Ryker, you know they aren't.

His velvety touch and intense gaze slide down my body, and goosebumps flare on my skin. I watch and wait. I wait for him to tell me what he needs because all I want to do is deliver. I want to please him. I would turn myself over backwards if it means he'll slowly whisper Brie in my ear as he does in the middle of a bout of passionate lovemaking.

Just thinking about that makes my nipples rock hard, pinching against the fabric of my push-up bra.

I exhale sharply.

He has that effect over me.

You have to give him that, though. He knows how to run his arms over a woman's body. He's the perfect charmer, better than anyone I have ever met by a landslide. His blue eyes, the soft cupid bow on his plump lips and the gentle innocence on his face can fool any woman into letting lose her guard around him. Or her undies.

Nora isn't any different.

She falls straight for his smooth, buttery act.

He's the perfect aggregation of charm and desire, and he never holds back any of it when he gets ready to swoop in and seduce a woman off her heels.

As he lets me go, she opens her arms out in the open for him to give him a quick hug.

Ryker doesn't mind it.

He takes her quickly in his big, wiry, veinous arms and pushes her gorgeous golden blonde hair down her back. His eyes are on me as he does what he wants to do next for a while. He runs his tongue on the smooth skin of her neck, and his tongue makes a beeline to her earlobe, and then he bites it. Nora's eyes turn dark, and her breath hitches. Ryker puts his eyes on mine, and he kisses the skin of her neck, and I feel my own raging need to be kissed, touched and licked like that.

And I want to play with him, giving him back what he gives me.

And for some goddamn reason, watching him lick Nora's pale skin arouses me to the core. I can feel my insides move against the walls as if asking for permission to be wet with need. I try to walk away from them, biting my lower lick. I didn't know this was one of those things that would turn me on.

Guess you're not in control of yourself, Brynn.

I remind myself.

But wouldn't it be fun to let my inhibitions drop for a while? Wouldn't it make things easier? It might have me participating in situations in full swing if I let go of some of my insecurities surrounding my own sexuality. And I want them to go.

I want to be free and exhilarated.

You have to get tipsy, Brie.

My mind tells me.

You got to get some alcohol in your system.

And I guess I know why I think that. Drinking alcohol makes me much freer. It helps me push down my walls and releases my need to control everything. And I think right now I might need more of that.

I can perhaps even be kinky deep down.

Who knows?

I giggle at myself for thinking that.

"What's so funny, babe?" Nora's voice catches my ear. "What's got you all smiles?"

I pivot on my feet to still find her in Ryker's embrace. His hands are on her décolletage now, touching it and cupping it with his hands. He places a small kiss on her ear again when my eyes meet his.

"Nothing. I just thought about something funny."

"Care to share with us?" Ryker smiles at me. "We are all about sharing tonight, baby."

When I stare at his face, I notice that his eyes are already dark, and his entire demeanour has shifted like a black panther hunting for his prey in the wild. But in situations like these, his women flock to him on their own like a moth to a flame. He doesn't need to hunt for anything. Women want him more than I would like to admit.

"Nothing much, babe." I shrug my shoulders at both of them. "Is there any food?" I try to change the topic, as his constant gaze pierces me deep down to the point of the origin of my feelings towards him. "I want food." I run my tongue over my upper lip. "I'm hungry."

Ryker shakes his head at me.

"I know you are." He walks himself alongside Nora to where I'm standing. He puts his free hand around my shoulder. "I asked Arthur to get some food for you both before you called me that you are coming over." He puts his chin on the top of my head. "Get inside and eat something. There are mangoes in there." He rubs his hand on my shoulder. His lips stop at the top of my earlobe. "I know how much you like those."

I swear there's something about him talking about tropical fruits that gets me all hot and sweaty. My legs tense, and I swallow slowly. My stomach ties up in knots. Ryker's hand rubs the pressure point on the back in between my shoulders. His touch does what it's supposed to do. It renders me speechless.

I feel my pleasure run down like an electric current throughout my body.

What's with him touching me that makes me so turned on? My nipples harden, and my lips part, sucking on oxygen surrounding the air.

You're just hormonal, babe.

My brain answers for me.

The only reason you desire him so much is because he's royalty. 

If he weren't exactly what you needed him to be and serve for you, then you wouldn't have wanted him so bad.

Even my brain delivers on the sass. 

I shake my head at myself. I need to control my cyclical and intrusive thoughts. Lying in a prince's bed while fooling his country is not the place to have these thoughts of morality. Or to question their purpose or origin. Or either find the reasons why I wanted to do things that would arch my back or curl my toes, driving me crazy with desire or push me into unthinkable positions. 

I am here to get laid.

I remind my conscious mind.

Let's just focus on that.

"Are you coming, hun?" Nora yells as she pulls the front door open to get inside Ryker's new detached villa. "We're getting in."

It breaks me away from my thoughts. And I am happy about the distraction.

"Yeah, I am."