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“I’m far from done with you.”

Before I can catch my breath, he flips me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips possessively. I feel his hardness press against me. His lips meet mine again, and I know this is only the beginning.

“Tell me what you want, Vixen. I want you to use your words. And I’ll do whatever you request,” Ryder’s voice is hoarse, thick with need, yetmanding in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

I open my mouth, but the words catch in my throat, my mind fogged by his overwhelming presence. His fingers press harder against my hips, waiting. He leans down, his lips grazing my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Speak, Vixen,” he orders, the dominance in his tone causing another pulse of heat to surge through me. My body aches for more, my core clenching at hismand.

“I want you,” I finally whisper, my voice shaky but full of desire. “I need you inside me, Ryder. Now.” I need him to satiate that hunger, to finish what he had started.

His growl vibrates through the air as his hands tighten their grip on me.

“Good girl.”

Without hesitation, he adjusts his position behind me, his body pressing into mine as his fingers leave my hips and slide lower, teasing my entrance. Every nerve in my body is on edge, waiting for him to im me, to fulfill the promise hanging between us.

“You’re going to get everything you want, Vixen.”

And with that, he thrusts into me, a possessive growl rumbling from his chest as he fills mepletely, taking me in the most primal way. The sensation is overwhelming, his heat melding with mine as he thrusts deep inside me. My fingers grip the sheets, trying to ground myself as my body spirals with pleasure.

“Ryder!” I gasp, the intensity of him filling me, stretching me in ways that have my entire body trembling.

He doesn’t hold back. His pace is relentless, each thrust harder than thest, like he’s staking his im, making sure I feel every inch of him. His hands roam over my body, one sliding down to where we’re joined, his fingers circling my clit. A moan rips from my throat, and I press my hips back against him, desperate for more.

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“Fvck, Vixen. You feel so damn good,” he growls, his voice rough, raw, like he’s losing control, and that thought sends a thrill down my spine. “You feel like heaven, taking every inch of my cock like you were made for it.”

His words send a thrill through me, making my pussy clench around him. I push my hips back against him, desperate for more, desperate for him to im me in every way.

“Please… don’t stop,” I moan, my voice barely a whisper as the pleasure builds inside me, threatening to spill over.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers rub my clit harder. “You like being fucked like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my body shaking as the heat coiling inside me reaches a breaking point. “I love it—fuck, Ryder, I need more!”

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he growls into my ear, “You belong to me.”

“Yes,” I moan, barely able to form words with the way he’s iming me. “Only you, Ryder.”

His teeth scrape against the skin of my neck, just shy of biting down, marking me. The threat of it makes my body burn hotter, pushing me closer to the edge.

I can feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing as every thrust pushes me higher. His hand moves faster against my clit, and I can’t hold it back any longer. My entire body clenches around him as Ie, pleasure ripping through me like a tidal wave.

Ryder groans, his pace faltering as my walls squeeze around him, dragging him into his own release. He thrusts into me onest time, his body tensing as he lets out a deep, primal growl, spilling inside me. We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, tangled together in the aftermath. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close against his chest as he kisses the back of my neck, soft now, almost tender.

“You’re mine, Vixen,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice still husky but filled with something deeper. “Always.”

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