Don’t Poke the Luna Chapter 130

Xena’s POV

"What are we doing out here?" I asked, following Ryder as we wove through the dense forest.

"I have a surprise for you," Ryder said with a casual shrug, but I caught the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. We continued along the same path we'd taken last time, moving deeper into the woods. The familiar scent of pine and earth filled my lungs with each breath.

We reached a clearing between the trees and paused. I took in the breathtaking view that spread out before us, the city sprawling below like a miniature model.

"I'll never get tired of this view," I said softly, my eyes scanning across the horizon where the city lights were just beginning to twinkle as dusk approached.

"You don't have to," Ryder replied, already a few steps ahead, waiting for me to catch up.

"What do you mean?" I quickened my pace to reach him, curiosity dancing in my chest like a restless fawn.

"Come see for yourself." Ryder walked another hundred feet or so before turning off the main path. And there it was – a massive treehouse villa standing proudly in the middle of the forest. The framework was complete, waiting only for electricity and plumbing to be installed, built right next to the meeting center.

"What is this?" I could barely speak, my breath caught in my throat. In complete shock, I ran my fingers lightly over the wooden railing that would soon become the walkway to the front door. A whirlwind of emotions swept through me as I tried to process what I was seeing.

"You said you loved this place. I know it's not a beach, but it'll be our private getaway. Just for us. Our second home, if you want it to be," Ryder said, standing perfectly still, watching my reaction with those intense green eyes of his.

"You did this? For me?" I was still trying to comprehend it all, my gaze shifting to meet his.

"For us. Come look." Ryder led the way along the pathway into the treehouse. Most of the flooring had been laid down, making our ascent stable even as we climbed higher. "This is the living room. The master bedroom is over there. Two more bedrooms on that side, plus two bathrooms. Kitchen's right here." He walked through the open living area to the opposite side, arms outstretched. The entire layout was open concept, spacious yet intimate.

"Two bedrooms?" I asked, though I already had a suspicion what his answer would be.

"For our kids. Or if you want to invite Ama and William up here." Ryder picked up a blanket I hadn't even noticed was there. He walked to what would eventually be the front porch and spread it out. I followed his lead and sat beside him, my mind whirling with the implication of his words. Kids. He was already thinking about our future, a complete family.

"The view..." It was perfect. Clear visibility of the sky and the city below. The treetops cascaded with the slope of the hill, appearing like waves. Sitting here, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

"Agreed. Beautiful." When Ryder spoke, he was looking directly at me. When my eyes met his, I choked up. Tears of happiness threatened to spill over. I don't think Ryder was prepared for my reaction, but when I launched myself at him, he fell backward with me on top.

"I can't even express how thankful I am," I whispered against his neck. The tears fell despite my embarrassment, but I didn't try to hide them.

Ryder's chest vibrated with his laughter as he flipped us over so I was on my back. One arm cradled my head while his other hand cupped my face, his thumb wiping away my tears. "I love you."

I leaned forward and kissed him hard. Only after several minutes did I pull back. Placing my hand on his cheek, my thumb traced his lips. "I love you too," I whispered.

Ryder didn't respond with words, but lowered himself to kiss me again. His hand moved to my waist, pulling my tank top free from my pants. Then it snaked upward, finding my breast. "I'll never get tired of you," Ryder murmured between kisses as his lips moved to my neck. I grabbed my tank top and pulled it off.

"Your hands..." I said, feeling him climb over me. His touch set my body on fire, every inch of my skin craving more.

"See, I know all your sensitive spots. Like here..." Ryder moved to my left chest and sucked hard just below my breast. My back instantly arched, a wave of pleasure shooting through my entire body.

"Oh!" I moaned, my eyes rolling back. In that moment, I could only feel pure bliss, my thoughts completely overtaken by sensation.

"And here..." Ryder moved lower on my abdomen. Closer to my back, he sucked again.

My body shuddered. I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down while fumbling with my pants.

"But—" I tried to protest.

"No, this is my pleasure," Ryder didn't even look at me as he pulled off my boots and dragged my pants down, leaving my underwear in place.

Chapter 138(R18)

Xena’s POV

“Ryder,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “I need you.”

He froze for a split second, his broad shoulders tensing. Then his eyes locked onto mine, darkening to a shade of midnight that made my stomach flip. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and low, like gravel. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine. His fingers grazed my thigh, teasing the sensitive skin just above my knee, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My legs parted instinctively, craving more.

“God,” I gasped, my voice barely audible, caught somewhere between a plea and a moan.

His lips curled into a wicked half-smile, his head tilting as he leaned in closer. “Think I can make you come without even touching you there?” His tone was playful, but his eyes burned with challenge.

His breath was warm against my skin, so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. My cheeks flushed, desire pooling low in my belly. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the wave of need crashing through me, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I swear I’ll pin you down myself.”

Ryder’s smirk widened, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “Oh, that’s cute,” he said, his voice dripping with mock condescension. He shifted to my side, his lips brushing the curve of my hip. Then he nipped at the sensitive spot just below my waist, sharp enough to make me gasp. My legs trembled, my body arching toward him, desperate to close the distance. His clothes were still on, damn it, and I wanted them gone. My fingers itched to rip his shirt open, to feel the hard planes of his chest against me.

I reached for the hem of his shirt, but before I could grab it, his mouth moved lower, grazing my hipbone. His teeth sank in lightly, and a wave of pleasure hit me so hard I nearly collapsed. My knees buckled, my hands clutching at the air.

“Ryder, please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Touch me.”

“No,” he growled, his tone sharp and commanding. He caught my wrists in one swift motion, pinning them together. His other hand moved to his belt, yanking it free with a single, fluid tug. The sound of leather sliding through fabric made my heart skip. I barely registered what he was doing until he looped the belt around my wrists, his teeth gripping the leather as he tightened it. He secured the loose end to a wooden beam above my head, leaving me stretched out, completely at his mercy.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my voice thick with excitement. My body thrummed with anticipation as his hands roamed, teasing my nipples with slow, deliberate circles. His mouth followed, trailing hot kisses from my chest to my stomach, inching lower with agonizing precision.

“Ryder,” I whimpered, my thighs slick with need. “I’m so fucking wet.”

“I know,” he said, his voice a low rumble. His lips hovered just above my core, his breath teasing the sensitive skin. Then his tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, and I nearly screamed. He didn’t stop, his mouth working me with relentless precision, licking and sucking until my entire body shook.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my hips bucking wildly as pleasure ripped through me. My vision blurred, my mind blank, consumed by the aftershocks. “Holy fuck,” I panted, my eyes fluttering shut as his tongue continued its assault.

His fingers slipped inside me, curling just right, and another wave of pleasure built almost instantly. He climbed over me, his body hovering close, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough but firm.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. His face was taut with restraint, sweat beading on his forehead. “Harder,” I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

This time, he didn’t tease. He thrust into me, hard and deep, and I gasped at the sudden fullness. I didn’t even notice when his pants had come off, and I didn’t care. Each movement was raw, powerful, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that drove me wild. The wooden beam creaked above us as he gripped it for leverage, his muscles flexing with every thrust.

The belt around my wrists loosened just enough, and I tugged my hands free. In one fluid motion, I hooked my legs around his waist and pushed, flipping him onto his back. The move caught him off guard, his body hitting the floor with a soft thud. I straddled him, pinning him beneath me, my hands braced against his chest.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I started to move. I rode him hard, every thrust deliberate, chasing the pleasure building inside me. My body took over, grinding against him, each motion pushing me closer to the edge. His fingers dug into my skin, urging me on, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

“Ryder,” I screamed, my voice echoing through the treehouse as another orgasm tore through me. My body clenched around him, and his hips surged upward, his own release hitting at the same moment. The intensity left us both trembling, our bodies locked together in the aftermath.

I collapsed onto my arms, my chest heaving, and turned my head to look at him. Ryder’s eyes were half-closed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.