Chapter 14

“You want more?” he growled, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t asking.

He gripped my waist and hauled me off the bed, my feet barely touching the floor before he spun me around. He pressed my chest flat against the cool wood of the dresser, my hands scrambling for purchase on the edge. The contrast of the cold surface against my skin and his burning body behind me made me gasp.

“Ryder—”

“Stay right there,” he commanded, his voice a dark growl. He didn’t wait. He entered me from behind in one hard thrust, and the impact sent a jolt through my entire body. It was rougher now, more animal than before. His hands clamped onto my hips like iron, guiding my body with a possessive force that left no room for hesitation.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned against my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe as he drove into me again. Each thrust was deeper than the last, his body slamming against mine with a rhythmic violence that made the dresser creak beneath me. I could feel the hard muscle of his thighs pinning mine, his breath coming in hot, ragged bursts against my neck.

“Faster,” I choked out, my fingers clawing at the wood of the dresser. “Ryder, please—faster.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His pace turned feral, his hips hitting mine with a force that made my vision blur. He reached around, his large hand sliding between us to find me, his thumb working with a ruthless precision that had me sobbing his name.

“You like that, don’t you?” he rasped, his voice stripped raw. “Like it rough?”

“Yes,” I sobbed, my head dropping as his thumb found the right spot. “Yes, please, Ryder.”

He let out a sound that was almost a roar, his grip on my hips tightening until I knew there’d be marks by morning. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more frenzied. I was lost in it—the feeling of him filling me completely, the way my body seemed to be vibrating with every impact.

“You’re gonna take it all, Haven,” he growled, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. “Every bit of me.”

He suddenly gripped my hair, pulling my head back so I had to look at him over my shoulder. His face was a mask of pure, unhinged desire, his eyes dark and wild. Without warning, he spun me around, he hoisted me up from the dresser, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward the wall.

He slammed me back against the wall, the impact rattling my teeth, but the shock only made my blood race faster. His body was a wall of heat pressing me into the plaster, his hands sliding up to cradle my thighs, holding me high against him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a jagged edge.

I opened my eyes, my breath coming in shallow gasps. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his skin like a furnace. His eyes searched mine, dark and predatory, before he leaned in and captured my mouth in a kiss that tasted like hunger and possession.

He began to move again, his thrusts harder now that he had me pinned against the wall. Every time his hips hit mine, my back pressed harder into the surface, and a broken moan escaped my lips. It was raw, it was unrefined, and it was everything I didn’t know I needed.

“You’re so tight, Haven,” he hissed against my lips, his voice breaking. “So fucking tight.”

He increased the pace, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made my entire body shudder. My hands found his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I tried to hold onto something—anything—while the world turned into nothing but heat and friction. The wall behind me was solid and unyielding, a stark contrast to the way my body felt like it was melting around him.

“Ryder—I can’t—” I gasped, my head falling back against the plaster.

“You can,” he growled, his teeth catching my bottom lip. “You’re gonna take every bit of this.”

His hands slid from my thighs to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew he was leaving fingerprints.