Well...
436 Words
Bailey
after today I just laid in bed awake while Ryder sleep peacefully his lips only parted a little and eyelashes rested on his cheekbones. I moved to get up when his arm wrapped around my small waist and pulled my back to him. " where do you think you are going my love?" Ryder asked his voice husky. "no where." I said as I rolled over on top of him.
his hands gripped my waist tightly and then he rolled us over and legs wrapped around him bringing him closer to me. One of his free hands moved the hair away form my neck "can I mark you now my love?" "yess" with that his canines went into my soft skin. I felt a wave of pleasure sparks and tingles lit up my body. He remove his canines and lick my neck when he was does he kissed down my body until a stopping point that made him happy. his hands moved up and under my shirt as he lapped at me my hand moving in his hair. he moved his mouth until his tongue found what it was after and I let a loud moan. when he was done moved up my body "are you ready?" "yes " then he was in me moving in and out. my nails dug into his back making him go faster in me and I moaned out loudly.
NEXT MORING
I woke up with no Ryder next to me and the house had no sound which was odd. I got up and pulled one of Ryders shirts on and walked down stairs but there was no one there. so I walked to the kitchen and looked until I found pancake mix and eggs I was on the last of my pancakes when I heard Ryder come in the front door I looked of to the clock on the wall and it said 8:30 am "bailey grace Mitchell what are you doing?" Ryder said "well.." I knew he didn't like me in the kitchen but he turned and walked up stairs and Luke came in and sat at the bar "hey bailey wanna pass me some pancakes and eggs. oh and next time you and Ryder go at it keep it down." I turn so fast to glare at him that when I slapped my hand down I slapped it down on the stove eye the was hot I screamed and uke ran to me and Ryder who was up stairs came flying down to the kitchen to find me on the floor holding my hand. well goodbye kitchen.
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