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She whimpered beneath me, her hands flying to my hair, tugging hard as she tried to match my intensity. But it was no use. She had unleashed something dangerous, and I wasn’t going to stop until I had every inch of her.

Mark her. Ares’ voice echoed in my head, demanding I leave my im on her skin.

My eyes shot open as I fought for control, my chest heaving as I forced myself to pull back. Jasmine’s lips were swollen, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at me in shock, her lips glistening with blood.

“Ryder…” Her voice was barely a whisper now, and for the first time, I saw something else in her eyes. Fear.

I could feel the beast inside me, wing to take over. I couldn’t fight it for long.

“Jasmine, get out of here,” I growled, my voice barely human. “Before I hurt you.”

I recognized that look—any day, anywhere—that made my heart skip a beat. Hunger. Want. Desire. It zed in Ryder’s eyes, and fuck, I knew I was the fuel. Shit.

That’s exactly what I wanted, what I’d been driving at all along. His gaze on me, practically eye-fucking me, made me do things I never thought I would. Not because they were wrong, but because I’d always considered myself shy—maybe even a bit prudish. But when it came to Ryder, it was easy. So damn easy. All I had to do was picture his lips on me, and the rest of my control crumbled.

His firm lips, peppering soft kisses over my body. His fingers working their way into my core, thrusting in and out, hitting spots that made my legs tremble, making my moans sound foreign to my own ears. I’d gasp out words of encouragement, ones that left me blushing after we finished. I could still feel the ghost of his touch fromst time. Fuck. Ryder might actually kill me—at least in all the ways that mattered.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. The intensity in his gaze drew me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. Goosebumps lined my arms as the tension between us crackled like a live wire, ready to snap.

“Jasmine,” Ryder growled, his voice low, husky, and dripping with need. I smiled, my lips curling up as I teased him. “Yeah, Ryder?”

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. That yful smirk I’d seen a thousand times was gone, reced by something darker. Something primal. “You’re ying with fire.”

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I shrugged, feigning innocence even though my pulse was racing. “Maybe I like getting burned.”

His gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt a jolt of heat shoot through me. The air between us thickened with want, suffocating yet addictive. “Don’t fucking tease me, Jasmine,” he warned, his voice thick with desire.

But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to push him, to see how far he’d go. How far I could take him before he broke.

“I’m not teasing,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.

Ryder’s eyes snapped back to mine, zing with fire. The way he looked at me—it was like he was ready to devour me whole. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than thest.

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break.

I leaned in closer, my breath caressing his ear, just enough to make him shudder. “I’m showing you what I want.”

Ryder let out a low, feral growl, one that sent shivers racing down my spine. His muscles tensed, his whole body poised like a predator ready to pounce.

“Jasmine,” he whispered, his lips grazing mine. The air crackled between us, and I could barely breathe. It felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us; nothing else existed.

I shut my eyes tight, anticipation coursing through my veins. But I couldn’t resist peeking at him, and when I did, his gaze met mine again. The way his fingers worked between my thighs—it was fucking torture. He might as well just fuck me already. My body moved in rhythm with his touch, grinding against his fingers, needing more. I opened my eyes again, meeting his dark, feral stare. It was primal, unbridled, like he was barely holding himself back.

Months ago, I might’ve been scared. Hell, I might’ve run. But Ryder had unlocked something dangerous in me, and I was loving every second of it. His hunger didn’t freak me out anymore; no, it made me wetter. I let out a low moan as our eyes stayed locked. The tension stretched between us like a rubber band pulled to its breaking point.

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