Morgana’s POV
Oh my goddess he’s hard! Ryker, who has vehemently, since we were married, refused to touch me, is now pressing his hard c**k against me!
I can't let this happen!
Something deep inside me revolts at the mere idea of Ryker touching me with his c**k. I fight him with everything inside me, but the more I squirm, the tighter his hold on me gets.
While he’s groaning into my ear and thrusting his hips forward, I reach out painfully, for anything I can use at all to free myself.
“f**k…Mor…” he groans, hot breath puffing agasint my ear. “You’re so f*****g soft baby,”
I’m going to throw up!
My fingers brush the bedside lamp, my arm aching so hard I'm sure I just pulled a muscle. But I'm able to reach the lamp, close enough to grab its slender middle while Ryker’s hands close
