Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

The sparkling warning made me gasp and tense.

He growled, “Are you…can I?”

Through my sex-addled fog, I knew what he wanted to know. “Yes, the pill kicked in yesterday. I’m protected.”

“Thank hell because the rumours of me being your cousin are already all-around town.”

The naughtiness of yet another taboo added more gasoline to our rabid raging fire.

Ryder fell on top of me, his hips pistoning as he yanked my legs up, folding them against my chest as he ploughed me into the mattress.

The way he bent my body added a brand-new element of wrongness. I curled under his pressure, making me tighter and him so, so big.

“Hell, I’m gonna—” His face twisted as the loudest groan exploded from his chest. His body jerked and jived as he took me again and again.

The first splash of his release set me off.

I shattered.

Violently and completely.

The climax that’d lived in my blood the moment he’d put the collar around his neck erupted. I’d never felt anything as breath-taking in my entire existence.

I went blind from pleasure.

He kept rutting into me, harder, wilder.

My breasts bounced.

The bed creaked.

We became literal animals as he drove every inch inside me, claiming me with every vicious impale.

“Ry. Oh God—”

“Shit. Fuuuuck—” He arched his hips into mine, shuddering through the last splashes of his release.

I couldn’t catch a breath as I trembled beneath him.

My body quaked and clenched, utterly drunk on what he’d just done to me.

It felt as if he’d run me over with a piledriver.

We didn’t speak for a long moment.

His cock kept twitching inside me, our skin cooling with sex-sweat.

Nuzzling into my neck, he sighed with so much contentment, my heart grew wings.

“I really, really like having my dick inside you, Ves.”

I chuckled under my breath. “It definitely seems rather at home there.”

“It’s moved in,” he purred as I slung my bound arms around him. “You’re mine now.”

I sighed with a shiver.

Time ticked on as we made no move to disengage.