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I pressed myself closer into his hold, feeling the hard, throbbing length of him against my lower stomach—a fierce reminder of what was about to happen. I couldn’t shake the thought that he might be too much for me.

A moan escaped my throat as his lips left mine, trailing down my neck with a tantalizing slowness. He tugged me against him, and my breath hitched as his mouth descended lower, grazing the sensitive peak of my breast. A shiver raced through me as his teeth scraped lightly over it, igniting a rush of pleasure that coursed through my body.

When his mouth wrapped around my hardened nipple, drawing on it with deep, hungry pulls and quick flicks of his tongue, I thought I might melt. At the same time, his hand slid down, past my belly, until his fingers pressed against my clit, sending a jolt of heat radiating through me, making me arch into his touch.

I wasn’t just his addiction—he was mine too. Freaking mine. He had a way of setting my body on fire. He had a freaking way of making me see stars. I could agree with him now—my body was freaking made for him.

“Yes!” I moaned, his touch setting my brain on fire.

His fingers worked their magic, igniting every nerve ending in my body as they moved with a confidence that sent my mind reeling. I could feel the tension coiling tighter within me, like a spring ready to snap. My breaths came in ragged gasps, each oneced with need, with a craving that only he could satisfy.

“Ryder,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with urgency. “Please.”

The growl that rumbled from his chest sent a thrill through me.

“Beg for it,” hemanded, his dark eyes locking onto mine, daring me to give in to the pleasure that was building between us.

His fingers continued their exquisite torture, teasing and tantalizing. I felt my resistance crumbling.

“I need you,” I admitted, the words spilling from my lips like a confession. “I need you so badly.”

With a predatory glint in his eyes, he surged forward, capturing my lips again, his kiss both demanding and desperate. It felt as though he was trying to consume me whole, and I was more than willing to let him.

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His hands roamed freely, exploring my body as if memorizing every curve and contour. The way he touched me—possessive, yet reverent—made me feel alive in ways I never imagined. I was lost in a haze of passion, where nothing else mattered except this moment.

His lips traveled down to my tummy, and that jolt—that shiver of pleasure—sparked through me like charged electricity. I jerked, but his hands held me tight, pinning me to the soft, plush grass.

His body pressed against mine, his hands holding me captive as he kissed gently on my belly.

By the Moon Goddess, I saw stars, I could swear. I shut my eyes, the pleasure overwhelming me. He didn’t stop. Instead, he moved further down to my most sensitive spot.

My cunt.

His lips pressed softly on my folds, and I screamed. The torture, the pleasure—too much to contain. His hand wrapped around my mouth.

“You wouldn’t want to invite other people in, would you?” His eyes were on me—those eyes, heavens. Ryder was damn handsome.

“No,” my voice was a plea, my eyes misty with tears of pleasure threatening to spill down.

“Good, so let’s keep it low.” Now he was acting like the damn Alpha that he was.

His warning had barely settled when he returned, this time taking my folds into his mouth and biting yfully as he spread my legs wider.

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