Chapter Twenty-Three

RYDER. 

I'm here with her again and, like always, she feels so small in my fucking arms. She fit perfectly in my embrace, in my arms—as she should. I can feel every fucking inch of her with each brutal thrust I make. I can feel the way her warmness engulfs me—welcoming me and refusing to simply let go with her pussy clenching around me, making it fucking hard for me to control myself and not truly hurt her. With each stroke that I make, she either releases a cry, a scream, a curse directed at me or a moan of my name, but my favourite of all is everything mixed in one. 

When I left Washington, I had only one thing in mind. I was going to beg. Beg for her to come back to me, beg for her to give us a chance, beg for her to love me again and I was ready to when I step before that door but all forms of civilised thoughts left me completely, the moment her face came into view. I couldn't resist it and I just had to touch her, but that went skyrocketed damn fast t