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She smiles, her fingers threading through my hair. “And you’re mine, Ryder. Always.”

I pull her into me, wrapping her in my arms. “Rest, Baby Vixen. Tomorrow, we’ll see just how far that fire of yours burns.”

Sheughs softly, her eyes fluttering shut. “I can’t wait.”

Jasmine’s POV

Ryder’s heartbeat drums steadily beneath my ear, grounding me even as my body trembles, spent and sated. I can’t help the breathlessugh that escapes me, a soft, giddy sound I never knew I could make. It’s the kind ofugh that slips out when you feelpletely safepletely his.

His fingersb gently through my hair, soothing and protective, so different from the raw intensity of just moments ago. It leaves me dizzy, the stark contrast between the man who can unravel me and the man who tenderly holds me back together.

I let my body rx into his warmth, my breathing starting to slow. But I know Ryder—my Ryder—and he’s not ready for this to end. That familiar, thrilling tension coils in the air as he tightens his grip on my waist. I feel the hard length of him pressing insistently into my thigh, and heat blossoms low in my belly.

His voice is a low growl, vibrating against my skin.

“You think I’m letting you rest that easily, baby vixen?”

I lift my head to meet his gaze, my lids heavy, the world still hazy around the edges. But his eyes—that smoldering, unrelenting intensity—pull me back into sharp focus. That hunger in him, the promise of more, makes the fire in me re to life.

A slow smile curls my lips, and I let the words slip out, brazen and soft.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t, Sir.”

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The way his jaw clenches, his eyes darkening like a storm rolling in, makes my pulse quicken. He moves before I can blink, rolling me onto my back, pinning me beneath the weight of his body. My legs fall open instinctively, wrapping around his waist, craving his closeness, his possession.

“Careful what you wish for, vixen,” he whispers, his lips a breath away from mine, teasing me, taunting me.

His denial is maddening, and I arch up toward him, desperate for a kiss he withholds. His words send a delicious shiver through me.

“I’m not done breaking you yet.”

My body hums with anticipation, every nerve alight. I want him to break me—to ruin me—because I know he’ll be the one to piece me back together.

My voice trembles with need.

“I don’t want you to be done. I want you to ruin me, Ryder.”

The feral sound he makes ignites something wild inside me. His hand cups my jaw, his thumb a tender contrast to the wild heat surging between us. I know he sees the trust in my eyes, the way I give myself to him, and it grounds us both in this moment.

And then, finally, his lips crash into mine. The kiss is deep, devouring, and I give myself over to it, letting him consume me. My body arches under his, my core aching, slick and ready. His touch is everywhere—possessive, knowing—and I lose myself in the way he ims me.

When he pulls back, his voice is rough andmanding.

“I’m going to take you so hard, you’ll feel me for days. You want that, baby vixen?”

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