RYKER’S POV

“Princess,” I growled. A deep, guttural sound laced with restrained desires. I took her like a man starved, never letting go until she whimpered beneath me, unable to take it anymore.

Her face looked flushed, sweat glistened on her skin, and her hair was slick with sweat. She lazily trailed her finger across my chest and sprawled one of her legs across mine.

“Do you forgive me, princess?” She tilted her head back to face me, and we locked eyes.

“Yes, for now,” She ...