Chapter 58: ELENA

"Oh!" I slammed my hand down on the mattress like a wrestler in the ring who was begging for mercy or, at the very least, asking for some time to catch my breath. You know, someone who was tapping out. The truth is I wanted neither of those things. I might need them but want is a whole different ballgame.

I kept my head down and gripped the sheet in my other fist as Ryder pummeled me from behind. That's the only way I can describe it. Each stroke was a masterpiece; each thrust hit its mark. Speaking of tapping, he has been tapping into something inside me for the last ten minutes, something sweet and hot that makes my whole body tingle.

I've never been a violent person, nor have I ever been the most sexual being, but I'm pretty certain that if he stopped now, I might do him serious harm. And then his hands, have mercy. His hands trailed a path down my spine and back up to my head, where he gripped my hair roughly before massaging the pain away, only to then slip around and under my sid