NATALIEHis lips taste the same, silky, smooth, intoxicating. He kisses me slowly, unlike the rushed passion he always shows. Goddess, it feels good when he takes his time, his lips savoring mine thoroughly.Detaching his lips from mine softly, he stares at me before picking me up bridal style and walking towards the stairs. I swallow my saliva, smiling at his side profile like an idiot.He doesn’t seem to be in much hurry today.After getting to the room, he sits me down on the bed and stands up, towering over me. Craning my neck back, I blink at him, my cheeks heating up.He hooks his fingers under his shirt, pulling it over his head and then dropping it down on the floor. I watch his delectable tattooed muscles flex. Our eyes meet, his ocean the lightest of shades and mine, perhaps, shimmering. Giddiness claims my stomach, making me slip back into the bed, almost hitting my head on the headboard.Ryker climbs the bed and pulls me down by my ankle, making me lie under him.His lips
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