“You… you know what you do to me, Ryder,” I confessed truthfully. There was something about what he did to my body that made every touch, every ache, feel like a craving for him.
His smile widened, predatory and full of dark promise.
“Good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Because tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.” He had said this before. That he was a man of his word-did that mean he was going to take my innocence?
His hands moved faster than lightning, capturing my wrists above my head with one hand.
I whimpered, “This isn’t proper!” My voice came out weaker than I had expected. How else would he take me seriously if I was moaning like that? “What isn’t…?”
“Proper?” His other hand slid through my shorts, and waves of electricity jolted down my body.
Fuck! This was pure torture. His hands slid further, gently and seductively, trailing past my tummy. He shifted his legs away from my thighs, slowly rubbing my navel.
My hands were pinned. I couldn’t stop him, and I couldn’t moan either, not wanting to encourage him. I needed to stop him, but not with how I was feeling. I needed more.
His hand slid down to my thigh, damn it! I let out a slow whimper. How could I resist when my body felt like a lamb drawn to slaughter in his hands? He knew exactly where to touch to turn me on.
I was w*t, just from his hand. His hands moved further; the torture was real. I struggled to move my hands away from his hold, but his firm grip kept me captive.
Slowly, his hand rested on my panties. My body tensed, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I squirmed in response.
His touch was pure torture. I wanted to beg, but then his hand slipped through, touching my w*tness.
“You’re w*t for me, Baby Vixen.” His voice was hoarse as he whispered in my ear.
“Ryder…” I breathed, my voice barely audible. But he silenced me with a rough kiss, his lips claiming mine with a fierce possessiveness that left no room for argument.
This was what I craved, what I needed. The push and pull of power, the way he made me feel alive and utterly consumed at the same time.
“You’re w*t for me, Baby Vixen.” His voice was hoarse as he whispered in my ear.
“Ryder…” I breathed, my voice barely audible. But he silenced me with a rough kiss, his lips claiming mine with a fierce possessiveness that left no room for argument.
This was what I craved, what I needed-the push and pull of power, the way he made me feel alive and utterly consumed at the same time.
His taste, a hint of ripe fruit, the subtle tang of morning coffee, and the richness of chocolate.
I wanted more. His tongue met mine, kissing me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down my spine, making my body respond in ways I couldn’t control. I pressed closer, needing to feel every inch of him, every ounce of his strength as he dominated the kiss.
He kissed me with giddy abandon, leaving no corner of my mouth unexplored.
His finger circled my core, sending cold shivers running down my spine. I squirmed, biting my lips.
My core clenched, welcoming his finger. His strokes were rough and possessive, as if he were marking me as his. When he gripped my hips, pulling me against him, I gasped, the sensation of his hard body against mine sending a surge of heat through me.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips, the words barely escaping as he continued to ravage my mouth. His response was a low growl, his hands tightening around me as he pressed me harder against the bed.
“You’re a virgin?” he questioned, pausing as if reflecting on whether he should continue.
I nodded. I didn’t want him to stop, at least not with how his fingers were working magic inside me. I needed him to satisfy the hunger he had ignited in me from day one. I wanted him to finish what he’d started, for real. My mother’s advice was tossed aside. I’d rather give my virginity to Ryder than be a second choice.
“Yeah, but continue,” I urged, taking his lips again.
“Fvck!” He groaned, then doubled his finger, touching my w*t spot. I moaned, but his kiss made me keep it low. At least, I wouldn’t want anyone to find out that a Lycan King was sneaking his way into my room.
His lips left mine and then rested at the nape of my neck. I could swear I saw stars. Whatever he was doing to my body was pure pleasure. It was as though I was made for him. He was made to please me.
The world outside disappeared. It was just us, our bodies tangled in a fierce battle for control, each of us giving and taking in equal measure. The tension between us was electric, crackling with the unspoken promise of what was to come.
I moaned into his mouth, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. His hands were everywhere, exploring, claiming, making me feel alive in a way only he could. And as he kissed me, I knew I was lost, completely and utterly his.
“Ryder…” I managed to gasp again, my voice trembling with the intensity of what I was feeling. But before I could say more, he silenced me once again, his lips crashing against mine with renewed hunger, leaving no doubt that he was in control.
The sudden knock on my door made us jump apart.
My eyes widened; I was scared.
“Wait, I’m coming!” I yelled, my voice coming out as a shiver.
“Hide,” I muttered to Ryder, who was standing still, as if he wasn’t going to move.
“Please,” I begged, pointing under the bed for him.
I knew it was ridiculous to order a Lycan king around, but I’d take any risk to preserve my reputation rather than fuel more problems. That was the last thing I needed right now.
I paced around the room, my thoughts consumed with her-her smile, her eyes… everything about her. Call me obsessed, but I’ve never been this fixated on someone in a long time.
The things she does to me-I need her, and I’m just hoping my plan works. The threat I made, the peace treaty… it was all just a way to make her mine. I fcking want her. I want her to breathe the same air as I do, to wake up every morning in my bed, tired and rumpled from a night’s stretch of lovemaking. Because I swear, I’ll savor every moment I spend with her.
She’s my drug, and I can’t let her slip away. I’ll go to any length just to have her. I’ll do anything to keep her by my side.
One minute, I was pacing; the next, I was heading outside, my destination-her room. It was late at night. At least she’d be sleeping, and watching her sleep wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. That would calm the raging storm inside me. And mostly, Ace.
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