Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Xena’s POV

“Turn over,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. My body responded to his command without resistance, like it was being pulled by invisible strings. I bit my lip, trying to calm the anticipation that threatened to suffocate me. His hands found my legs again, which were already parted for him, as if they had anticipated his touch.

I heard him fumbling with something, followed by a low humming sound. I was about to look up, confused about what he was doing, when suddenly, he inserted something vibrating into my body.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, the deep vibrations making my entire body tremble, igniting every nerve ending. My mind went blank, leaving only my body’s primal responses.

His hands returned to my hips, and before I could react, his fingers slipped inside me.

“Oh, Ryder!” I groaned. My body quivered, both wanting to push him away and craving more. Then he added a second finger, and my heartbeat accelerated to the point where I thought it might explode. His other hand began to control the vibrating object, moving it in and out of me, making me feel like I was melting onto the table.

Minutes later, he stopped his movements, but the vibrating object remained inside me, continuing to stimulate my sensitive nerves. He lifted one of my legs, then the other, raising my hips high, exposing me to him. His fingers began moving again, three this time, and I felt a slight sting that was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure from the vibrations.

The table shook slightly as he climbed onto it. His hands gripped my hips, and it wasn’t until I felt his body press against my backside that I realized what was about to happen. He entered me slowly, the pressure almost too much to bear. I clenched my teeth as his hand reached around to control the vibrating object. When he felt me gradually relax, he began to fuck me with slow, rhythmic movements.

“Oh, Ryder!” I moaned. His hand suddenly grabbed my hair, and his movements became more intense.

“Oh God!” I began to moan louder, my voice echoing in the room. A fleeting worry crossed my mind: the balcony door was still open, would people outside hear? But that thought was quickly drowned by pleasure as I lost myself completely in the storm he was creating within me.

“That’s right, say my name!” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. His movements became even more forceful, nearly tearing me apart. My body surrendered to him completely, as if it no longer had a will of its own.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. The sounds I made were ones I’d from myself before, as if they were erupting from the depths of my soul. I felt him reach his climax too, but he didn’t s continuing to prolong this maddening pleasure.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but when I finally began to calm down from my high, he commanded softly, “Turn over.”

I turned my body still trembling, as if it hadn’t yet recovered from the frenzy. He was cleaning himself, then he removed the vibrating object and entered me forcefully. His body pressed down on me, his lips covering mine in a kiss that was fierce and possessive. My legs instinctively wrapped around him. Pleasure built within me again.

heard

Just as I was about to reach another climax, he stopped kissing me and whispered, “Look to your right.” I obediently turned my head, and through my blurred vision, I realized that the balcony door was still wide open.

He had kept his promise–letting the whole world hear our passion. Another orgasm swept through me, my moans filling the room as my eyes rolled back involuntarily. My body was completely out of control, as if being torn apart by pleasure. Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, which was quickly replaced by a strange ecstasy. Stars flashed before my eyes, and I nearly lost consciousness before everything faded to black.

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Chapter 133

The next morning, I was awakened by the chirping of birds. 1 stretched my legs, surprised to find they weren’t as sore as I’d expected. Memories of the previous night came flooding back, and sat up abruptly in bed, my heart racing.

Ryder was beside me, just waking up, his voice carrying a touch of laziness. “Good morning.”

“Last night…” My gaze involuntarily shifted to the now–closed balcony door, shame washing over me. The entire pack probably heard my moans! I couldn’t imagine facing their eyes, especially Ryder’s father. My face instantly turned red, as if on fire.

“Yes?‘ Ryder’s voice held a hint of smugness as his arm slid around my waist, trying to pull me back into bed. His lips approached my neck, kissing it lightly, as if teasing my embarrassment.

“The entire pack probably heard!” I gasped softly, collapsing onto the pillow and covering my face with my hands. My mind conjured horrifying images: pack members whispering, even mocking glances. How could I ever leave this room?

“Maybe. I’m just that good.” Ryder’s tone carried a hint of playfulness as he continued kissing my neck, completely unconcerned about my discomfort.

“What if your father heard? I can never leave this room again!” I was almost in tears, shame overwhelming me like a flood. I even began to regret last night’s abandon, despite experiencing pleasure I’d never known before.