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His hand moves with purpose now, slipping between my thighs with a boldness that makes my breath catch. There’s no hesitation as his fingers find me, parting my folds and sliding in without warning. A sharp gasp escapes my lips, the sensation overwhelming as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

Ryder’s pace is slow at first, teasing, drawing out my need until it borders on agony. But then he picks up speed, his fingers working me harder, deeper, until I’m panting, gripping onto him for support as waves of pleasure build inside me. The sound of our breathing, the wet, obscene rhythm of his fingers inside me—it all blends together, heightening the intensity of the moment.

I can’t stop the moan that slips out, my body arching into his touch as his thumb brushes over my clit, sending sparks shooting through me.

“You like that, don’t—”

“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his voice dark and filled with lust, his hand relentless as he drives me closer to the edge. I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but it’s no use—he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s not stopping until I’m undone.

I’m trembling now, every nerve in my body lit up as Ryder’s fingers continue their relentless assault. He pumps harder, deeper, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. My legs start to shake, the tension building inside me, coiling tighter with every thrust of his hand.

I can’t hold back the moans anymore—each sound escaping my lips is raw, desperate, as my hips begin to rock against his hand, seeking more. Needing more.

“Ryder,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper, lost in the haze of desire that’s taken over me.

His lips are at my neck now, biting, sucking, his breath hot against my skin.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growls low, the words vibrating through me as he curls his fingers just right, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into him, my nails digging into his arms as I teeter on the edge, so close to falling apartpletely.

He doesn’t stop—he pushes me further, harder, his fingers moving with a ruthless precision until the pressure building inside me bes too much to bear. My entire body tightens, the world spinning as I finally shatter around him, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me trembling and breathless in his arms.

“You know the rules, baby Vixen. This isn’t over.” His voice is raw, sending an icy thrill down my spine. I’m still trembling, but not just from the way his voice wraps around me like a damn vice—it’s from the insane orgasm he just wrung out of me.

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Ryder? He’s gonna be the death of me.

My eyes lock with his, his gaze hard, burning with hunger. Lust. And something else—something primal. His wolf. Why the hell does he always fight to keep it locked away? Like it’s some dark secret he can’t trust me with.

“I want to see him,” I say, not flinching, holding his gaze like a challenge.

His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing. He knows damn well what I mean.

“You’re not ready, Jasmine.”

The way he says my name… he only does that when he’s serious. This was business, no doubt about it. I shake my head, grabbing his hands and holding on tight. My stare doesn’t budge.

“You don’t get to decide, Ryder. I want to see him.”

My voice sharpens with insistence.

His eyes close, and I can see him battling that wild side, the side I’ve only ever caught glimpses of. His wolf is wing to get out, and he’s barely keeping it in check.

He growls low, frustration thick in his tone.

“Ace isn’t gentle, Jasmine. He could hurt you.”

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