Serena’s POV
Ryan swept into his arms with startling ease, carrying through the master suite. My heart hamred against my ribs as he set down on the cool marble of the bathroom counter.
"Stay," he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous baritone that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
He turned to start the bath, steam rising as hot water cascaded into our oversized tub. The scent of jasmine oil filled the air as he poured it generously into the swirling water.
I watched, transfixed, as he straightened and began unbuttoning his shirt. Each movent was deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. The crisp white fabric parted to reveal bronzed skin stretched over sculpted muscle. He shrugged it off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
My breath caught as his hands moved to his belt. The tallic clink as he unbuckled it echoed through the marble bathroom. He unzipped his trousers with maddening slowness, pushing them down powerful thighs before stepping out of them entirely.
"See sothing you like?" His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.
I couldn’t speak. Ryan stood before in nothing but black boxer briefs, every inch of him a testant to power and control. The defined muscles of his abdon, the strong column of his neck, the broad expanse of his shoulders – he was devastating in his masculinity.
"Your turn," he said, stepping toward .
His fingers made quick work of my blouse, peeling it away from my heated skin. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight of my bare breasts.
"Perfect," he murmured, his thumb grazing my nipple. I shivered despite the steam filling the room.
When we were both naked, he lifted again, lowering us both into the fragrant water. I gasped as the heat enveloped , my back pressed against his chest, his hardness evident against my lower back.
"I’ve been thinking about this all day," he confessed, his lips brushing against my ear. "You in etings, commanding the room. Watching you work makes want to remind you who you belong to."
His hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts. "Who do you belong to, Serena?"
"No one," I challenged, though my body betrayed , arching into his touch.
A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Wrong answer."
His teeth scraped along my neck, biting down just hard enough to make gasp. One hand remained at my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers, while the other slid lower, dipping beneath the water to find the apex of my thighs.
"Try again," he demanded, his fingers circling but not touching where I needed him most.
I bit my lip, refusing to surrender so easily. "Make say it."
Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as he turned in his arms, facing toward him. His eyes were storm clouds, dangerous and electric.
"Is that a challenge, Mrs. Blackwood?"
Without warning, he lifted , positioning so I straddled his lap. The water created a weightlessness that made feel untethered, my only anchor the man beneath .
"Every day you defy ," he growled, his hands gripping my hips. "Every day you make want you more."
I rocked against him, feeling his hardness slide against my core. "Then take what’s yours."
His control snapped. In one fluid motion, he lifted slightly and then brought down on him, filling completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck," he hissed, his head falling back against the tub. "You feel so goddamn tight."
He guided my movents, his hands bruising my hips as he set a punishing rhythm. Water splashed around us, spilling onto the floor with each thrust.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice strained with restraint. "Say you’re mine."
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "Make believe it first."
The challenge lit sothing primal in his eyes. One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. His teeth and tongue worked the sensitive skin there while his other hand slipped between us, finding the bundle of nerves that made see stars.
"You’re mine," he growled against my skin. "Every beautiful, stubborn inch of you belongs to ."
His fingers worked magic, circling and pressing with just the right pressure. My body tightened around him, climbing toward release.
"That’s it, baby," he encouraged, his voice rough. "Let go for . Show what I do to you."
The coil inside wound tighter, my movents becoming erratic. "Ryan—"
"I’ve got you," he promised, increasing the pressure where our bodies joined. "Co for , Serena."
My release hit with blinding force, waves of pleasure crashing through as I clung to him. He held through it all, whispering filthy praise against my ear as I shattered in his arms.
"Mine," he growled triumphantly, his own release following monts later, his body tensing beneath as he emptied himself deep inside.
I collapsed against his chest, my breathing ragged. His arms wrapped around , holding close as the water cooled around us.
"I surrender," I murmured against his neck, feeling his satisfied smile against my temple.
"About ti, Mrs. Blackwood," he replied, stroking my back. "About damn ti."
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