Phantom Rider - The Reckoning | Book 2

#36 | My First Love

Mila's POV

Weeks flew by. No sign of him.

Dylan's tongue trailed up my ribcage, sending a shiver coursing through me and raising goosebumps across my skin. He paused at my breasts, teasing me with his warm breath, making my nipples tighten in response. His tongue circled one of them slowly.

"Aaahhh," I exhaled, a moan escaping my lips. My hips moved in languid circles as I sat astride him.

I blinked sluggishly, the building climax clouding my sense of reality. Dylan's fingertips glided over my skin, and my rhythm quickened as my eyes instinctively fluttered shut.

Darkness. Flashes. Him.

Those dark brown eyes. Teeth grazing my throat. Hands gripping too tightly. Lips that didn't ask permission. His phantom presence burned through me, and I shuddered.

Keep your eyes open. Stay in the moment. Don't drift, Mila. I lectured myself silently.

Dylan was gazing at me now, and I quickly pressed my forehead against his, hiding the shame, guilt, and excitement swirling inside me-all the things I didn't want him to see in my fearful eyes.

I sped up the motion of my hips, earning a soft growl from him. My moans grew louder. Each wave of lust and pleasure pulled me closer to the edge, but every time my eyes started to close...

"You're mine!" Bill's raspy voice invaded my thoughts, low and guttural. His grip, wild and possessive, leaving marks I would have worn forever if I could.

Eyes open. Dylan. Steadying myself. Warmth. Security. I arched closer to him, his hands on my hips, guiding me to the brink. My breath hitched-it was almost enough.

But it wasn't. I needed more. I bit his neck, pushing us further.

"Mila!" Bill's voice screamed in my head, and I trembled. My eyes snapped open.

"Dylan, I can't..." I stopped.

"What's wrong?" His arms loosened, and in an instant, his hands cupped my face.

"I can't relax. I don't know why." But I did know why. I just couldn't say it aloud.

"So... you want to stop?" he asked, a hint of disappointment tinging his voice. "We can stop."

"No, I just... I might not be able to finish. It's not about you. But I still want you to..." I tensed, unsure how he would react to my honesty. "We can keep going, I just thought I should warn you."

"Not about me, huh?" Dylan sat upright against the headboard, still holding me on his lap. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you somehow?"

You didn't hurt me enough. Shut up, Mila. My own thoughts attacked me mercilessly. At least no one else could hear them.

"You know you can tell me anything. I need to know if there's something you don't like. Otherwise, I can't fix it."

"No. That's not what I meant. You did nothing wrong," I panicked, trying to compensate for my erratic behavior. I kissed him deeply, desperately, hoping to cover my tracks.

"Hey, stop." He pushed me away gently. "It's okay. Let's just talk?"

"Talk?" I echoed, bewildered, as I slid off his lap.

"I've noticed some things," he began cautiously. "I know you have your secrets, but I need to ask-have you been hurt in the past?"

Hurt? Have I been hurt? If only he knew. I froze.