Chapter 131
Chapter 131:
“Don’t you dare stop, Vixen p>
His eyes flared with something dark and primal, his lips pulling into a sinful smirk.
“I’ll punish you if you do p>
Cold shivers ran through me at his threat, at the raw power in his words. Ryder could break me, and I’d let him.
With a shaky breath, my fingers moved again, faster this time, the pressure building inside me. His gaze never wavered, watching me fall apart for him. And God, I wanted it—wanted him to see, wanted him to know what he did to me.
“Double it,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, his gaze burning into mine.
He didn’t even blink, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed my face. My breath hitched, my heart racing at his order. He was referring to my fingers, and the raw dominance in his tone sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I hesitated, my body trembling with anticipation, but his eyes never left mine—demanding, challenging.
I bit my lip, a moan escaping as I slipped a second finger inside, the sensation overwhelming.
“Ryder…” I gasped, my body tightening, my legs shaking.
His lips curved into a dark, sinful smile.
“You look so fucking hot,” he murmured, his voice like gravel, thick with desire. “So damn hot, Vixen p>
The words alone were enough to push me closer to the edge. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my lips, but he didn’t kiss me. He just watched, a predator savoring the moment, his hand trailing down to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where my fingers worked.
“Keep going,” he growled. “I want to see you fall apart for me p>
I gasped as his words hit me like a drug, sending me spiraling deeper into the pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers moved faster, each stroke making me burn hotter, and all the while, his eyes stayed locked on mine—dark, consuming, like he was feeding off my every reaction.
“Ryder,” I whimpered, feeling myself teeter on the edge, my body trembling under his intense gaze.
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His grip on my thigh tightened, sending a shiver down my spine. The look on his face was pure hunger, but he didn’t touch me. Not yet. He was savoring every moment, every gasp that fell from my lips.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “I want to hear you scream my name, Vixen p>
A moan tore from my throat as I pushed myself further, the heat between my thighs building to an unbearable intensity. My fingers slid deeper, faster, my hips moving involuntarily in rhythm with each motion. His eyes darkened further, and I could see the tension in his body—how much he wanted to take control—but he held himself back, letting me teeter on the edge of my own desire.
“I’m so close,” I gasped, barely able to form the words as my body tightened, every nerve on fire.
“Good,” he growled, his hand moving dangerously close to my core, fingers brushing against mine. “Now let go. Come for me, Vixen p>
His words sent me over the edge, and I shattered, my body convulsing as pleasure tore through me in waves. My fingers stilled inside me, my back arching as a scream ripped from my throat.
“Ryder!” I cried out, my entire body trembling as the orgasm crashed over me, leaving me breathless and weak.
He finally touched me then, his hand covering mine, his eyes still locked on mine as I came undone beneath him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough and dark, satisfaction dripping from every word. “That’s my girl p>