?Chapter 133:

“Get ready for round two, baby,” I whispered against her ear, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

Ace was awake, fully alert, and I knew there was no stopping now. Not when I could feel his hunger pulsing through me. Shey beneath me, still trembling, her body flushed from thest wave of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. Not for me. And definitely not for Ace.

Her soft whimpers only fueled the fire in my veins. I wasn’t satisfied, and neither was he. Ace was never easily appeased—always craving more, always demanding we take what we want. Right now, what he wanted was her, over and over again.

“You’re not done yet, are you?” I growled, my hand sliding down her body, fingers teasing her sensitive skin.

She gasped, her breath shaky, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes.

“I can feel you’re not,” I continued, my voice low, dark.

My fingers brushed against her soaked entrance again, sliding inside her effortlessly.

“Your body’s begging for it.”

Ace growled through me, urging me to take more. His desire merged with mine, wild and unrelenting, and it surged through every muscle in my body.

“Look at me, Jasmine,” I demanded, my hand tightening on her hip.

Her hazy eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with lust.

“You want this just as much as I do,” I snarled, thrusting my fingers deeper inside her, feeling her walls clench in response. Her body didn’t lie. “And I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill.”

Ace roared within me, the need to dominate, to im, rising again. I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“You belong to me, Jasmine. All of you. Every part.”

And with that, I pulled my fingers out and mmed back into her, my cock filling her in one swift, brutal thrust. She cried out, her back arching, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

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Her cry ignited something primal in me, something darker. Ace growled, pacing just beneath the surface, demanding more. I gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto me with each thrust, sinking deeper into the heat that swallowed me whole. She was mine—her body, her cries, her trembling—all of it belonged to me.

Her fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as I drove into her. Every inch of her shook beneath me, but I wasn’t letting up. Not when her body begged for more, not when Ace’s desire wed at my insides, relentless.

“Ryder…” she whimpered, her voice weak, full of pleasure and desperation. But I wasn’t letting her catch her breath.

“Don’t hold back, Jasmine. I want to hear you scream.”

My voice was rough, each word dripping with need, pushing her further to the edge. I could feel her tightening around me, her body on the brink again.

My hand slid down, finding her swollen clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts. She gasped, her legs trembling, her head thrown back as I gave her no reprieve. The sight of her like thispletely undone beneath me, shaking, sweating, her breath catching in her throat—drove me wild.

“Cum for me again,” I growled through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you break apart around me.”

Her body tensed, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she snapped, her scream echoing in the room as her walls clenched around me. The sensation sent me over the edge, and with one final thrust, I groaned, spilling inside her as her body milked every drop from me.

But even in the haze of my release, I knew I wasn’t done. Ace wasn’t done.

I pulled out slowly, watching as her body copsed against the bed, spent and trembling. But I wasn’t going to let her rest. Not yet.

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