Chapter 81. Fuck, Bunny

Freya POV

I barely swallowed the last bite of dinner before Ryder was on me. The man didn’t even give my stomach a chance to settle. One second I was pushing my plate away, the next his strong arms hooked under my thighs and he lifted me clean off the dining chair like I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I could already feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy through his pants.

“Ryder…” I breathed, but the word turned into a hungry moan when his mouth crashed into mine.

We didn’t stop kissing the entire way upstairs. We moved through the house like that, his mouth on mine, my fingers curled into his shirt, neither of us willing to break the connection long enough to navigate properly. His hand was at the back of my head the whole time, holding me against him like I might try to escape.