Xena’s POV
THE MOTHER FUCK… My body gave one final shudder. His strong arms kept me close, preventing me from drifting too far, and every time my nipples brushed against his chest, they stayed hard, sending little sparks through me.
“Mmm, I definitely enjoyed that,” he said, his voice low, the half–smile finally breaking free.
Goddamn, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
“Got it,” I replied, leaning in closer. A stream of water shot from between my breasts, splashing his face, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “Doesn’t change anything, though.”
He blinked, wiping the water from his eyes with a quick swipe. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged, my tone playful but firm. “You ready to keep walking?,
“Can’t we just stay here all day?” His eyes dropped to my lips, and I licked them deliberately, letting him know I wasn’t done with him yet. The air between us crackled, heavy with unspoken promises.
“Hmm…” Before I could say more, Ryder’s hand found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that sent a wave of heat straight
to my core. It was fierce, demanding, and it made me ache for him to take me again, harder this time. Yes, what we’d done was fun,
but I wanted more.
Without warning, he pushed me back against the smooth rock, his fingers plunging into me with a force that stole my breath. “Oh, yes! Don’t stop!” I gasped, half–moaning, half–screaming, as pleasure surged through me.
My mind was unraveling, reduced to nothing but raw sensation.
His fingers moved faster, harder, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. Then he grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and his cock filled me in one swift, powerful motion. I was so lost in the rhythm of him moving inside me, the way he stretched and claimed me, that I wasn’t ready for the sudden intrusion of his finger in my ass. My body clamped down around him, a reflex to the unexpected sensation.
“Relax,” he whispered in my ear, his voice a soothing growl.
It was new, unfamiliar–a sharp sting that bordered on pain. But as I let myself relax, his finger began to move in sync with his cock, and the sensation shifted, overwhelming and intense. I couldn’t form words, couldn’t do anything but feel as he filled me completely, fucking me in both places at once. The duality of it was mind–blowing, pushing me toward a precinice I hadn’t known
existed.
To steady myself, I reached between us, one hand teasing my nipple, the other gripping him for support. When he added a second finger to my ass, I lost it completely. A cry tore from my throat, loud enough to startle a flock of birds into flight, and Ryder’s roar of release echoed mine as we both came, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, the water lapping around us. Finally, he spoke, his voice rough but warm. “I think you enjoyed that.”
My head rested on his shoulder, my body still buzzing. “You think?” teased, my voice soft but laced with satisfaction.
“Come on,” he said, a grin in his tone. “Let’s keep moving. But I promise, there’s more where that came from.”
“We can dry off in the sun,” I suggested as we slid out of the water. My entire body ached, a delicious kind of sore. My legs wobbled, and my ass burned with a heat that was both strange and thrilling.
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Chapter 125
I wrung out my hair, the damp strands heavy in my hands, and we stretched out on the rocks for a few minutes, letting the sun warm our skin until we were mostly dry. The silence between us was comfortable, but a question nagged at me, one I wasn’t sure I
wanted to ask.
“Have you… done that before?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, a hint of shyness creeping in.
“Done what?” Ryder replied, his eyes fixed on the sky above.
“Come out here and… you know, have sex with someone.” I avoided His gaze, suddenly unsure if I wanted the answer. The thought of him sharing this place, this kind of intimacy, with someone else made my chest tighten.
He turned to face me, his expression serious. “No. Believe it or not, I’ve saved a lot for my mate. I’m not a virgin, obviously, but that doesn’t mean I’ve done this before.”
I swallowed, another question burning in my throat. “Have you… done anal before?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, his tone matter–of–fact.
My heart sank, a sharp pang of jealousy slicing through me. I reached for my clothes, pulling them on quickly “Oh.”
It was irrational, I knew that. But the thought of him being that intimate with another woman hurt in a way I couldn’t explain. It was stupid–feelings don’t always make sense.
Ryder didn’t say anything, just started dressing himself. I finished first, my movements brisk, and while he was still tying his shoes, I started down the path, not waiting for him. My hair was a tangled mess, impossible to tame, so I wove it into a quick braid that hung down my back.
The snap of a twig told me Ryder had caught up. The forest around us was alive, vibrant with the chatter of birds, the squirrels darting up tree trunks, and the flutter of butterflies flashing their colors in the dappled sunlight. It was beautiful, peaceful, and for a while, we walked in silence, soaking in the moment.
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To my right, I noticed a stone wall, maybe eight feet high, its weathered surface covered in patches of climbing vines. It looked ancient, like something built centuries ago, standing as a quiet testament to time.
