My throat is in my mouth at his words, his deep, gravelly voice a mix of anger and desire that scares me in the most delicious way.
‘Do you agree, Elijah?’ Ryker continues roughly, his breath bathing the shell of my ear, ‘do you want me to mark you up?’
I moan softly, trembling as his hands slide up underneath the back of my shirt, shoving the material upward.
‘Words Elijah, tell me, I want to hear you say it,’ the gruff man behind me demands.
‘I . . . I want you to’ I whimper, pushing back against him, making the firefighter chuckle harshly.
Those rough hands move from my back, around the side of my ribs, before strong, powerful arms engulf me, crushing me against the muscular chest behind me. Ryker's hands skate over my sensitive skin, fingers finding my n*****s, teasing them into h
