Chapter 160

Chapter 160:

His hand threaded into my hair, holding me in place as his tongue slid into my mouth with a lazy, sinful rhythm. I arched against him, not even pretending to fight it. Why bother? He was driving me fucking wild.

He pulled away just enough to leave me breathless, his lips still so close I could feel his smirk. “You like that, huh?” he growled, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Keep talking, and I might just show you how much,” I shot back, my voice low and daring.

His eyes flared, and I could see the storm building in them. But before I could say another word, his lips crashed back onto mine, harder this time, like he was staking his claim.

“Damn, I miss you… I miss this, I freaking miss you,” he cursed between breaths as he pulled me close, like I was a drug.

One of his hands slid down to cup my breast, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me. Ryder was damn Ryder; he knew exactly what he was doing—how to touch, how to kiss, how to leave me wanting more.

And I fucking hated that I loved it.

I was drowning in him, lost in the chaos of it all, and honestly? I didn’t care if I ever came up for air.

His thumb and forefinger found my nipple, circling it slowly, deliberately, until my nipple hardened under his touch. My breath hitched, a gasp slipping out before I could stop it. My body arched toward him, and I couldn’t stop the moans escaping my lips as he pressed and tugged. Every touch set me alight, making my wolf, Layla, pace restlessly in my mind, her excitement fueling my own.

When his lips left mine, my eyes fluttered open, and I was met with Ryder’s amber gaze. The look on his face made my stomach flip. Feral, raw, and barely restrained—he looked like he was fighting himself, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Listen to me, Jasmine,” he growled, his voice rough, almost unsteady. “There are rules tonight p>

Rules? My chest heaved, my heart racing as I stared at him, caught somewhere between anticipation and confusion. “Rules?” I managed to whisper.

Cⲟntent ⲟriginally frⲟm gⲁl𝓝𝑜ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫸𝒸𝗈𝗺

His thumb brushed over my cheek, a startlingly tender touch compared to the tension in his voice. “My rules,” he said, his amber eyes burning into mine. “They’re not for you—they’re for me p>

Layla growled softly in the back of my mind, curious but calm, watching him just as intently as I was.

“Why?” I asked, my voice trembling but steady.

“Because I won’t risk hurting you,” he said, his voice dipping lower, almost a whisper. “Not you. Not ever p>

His words hit me like a punch to the chest, but he wasn’t done.

“If I say stop, you stop,” he said, his voice firm. “No arguing, no pushing, no testing me. If I say stop, it means Ace is too close to the surface, and I need to pull him back before I lose control p>

I nodded slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. Layla huffed in approval, but the burn of his touch was still searing through me, making it hard to think straight.

“And if I say stay still…” He paused, his gaze dropping to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. “You don’t move. Not even a little. That’s for me—to remind myself to go slow. To keep it gentle.” The sincerity in his voice made my throat tighten. This wasn’t just lust. This was something deeper, and it made my heart ache and my pulse race all at once.

“And if you say enough?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He exhaled, the muscles in his jaw flexing as if he hated even thinking about it. “If I say enough, it means I have to stop completely—because I won’t risk pushing too far. I’d rather burn alive in my own fucking skin than do anything that could hurt you, Jasmine p>