Chapter 162
Chapter 162:
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All I could do was feel—feel him filling me, consuming me, like he was the only thing that mattered.
“Move,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Ryder, please p>
He obeyed, pulling back slowly before slamming into me again, each thrust rougher than the last. My moans filled the air, mixing with his growls, the sound of our bodies colliding drowning out everything else.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear as he fucked me harder, deeper. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me p>
He thrust into me again, his movements slow but devastatingly deep, and I cried out, clutching at his shoulders like he was the only thing tethering me to reality. The sensation of him filling me was overwhelming, every nerve in my body alight with heat and need.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” he growled, his lips brushing against my neck. His hands gripped my hips with just enough pressure to hold me in place, but I could feel his restraint, the effort it took to stay in control. “You feel so fucking good p>
I moaned, my legs tightening around him as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts. The fire inside me burned hotter, and Layla howled in my mind, her energy blending with mine, pushing me toward him.
“Stay still,” he growled suddenly, his thrusts pausing as his amber eyes locked onto mine. His voice was sharp, commanding, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“What?” I gasped, blinking up at him, confused and desperate for him to move.
“I said stay still,” he repeated, his voice lower now, his lips brushing against my jaw. “I need to fucking focus. If you move like that again, I’ll lose control—and Ace will take over p>
I swallowed hard, my body trembling as I forced myself to obey, to stay still beneath him. “Ryder,” I whispered, my voice a mix of frustration and need.
“I fucking told you there’d be rules, Jasmine,” he said, his teeth grazing my throat as he started to move again, slower this time, deliberate, like he was reminding himself who was in control. “This is for you. To keep you safe. So you need to trust me p>
I nodded, my breath hitching as I let him take over, let him set the pace. “I trust you,” I managed to say, my voice shaking.
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His smirk was sharp, feral, but the heat in his eyes softened for just a moment. “Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
He thrust into me harder now, his pace steady but unrelenting, each movement driving me higher, closer to the edge. My moans grew louder, matching the low growls rumbling from his chest.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking mine p>
His hand slid up my body, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple as he drove into me again, harder this time. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as the pleasure threatened to consume me.
“Ryder, please,” I gasped, barely able to form the words.
“I’ve got you,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “I’ve fucking got you, Jasmine p>
And then I felt it—a sharp, sudden pain as his teeth sank into my neck, claiming me in a way that was primal, irrevocable. The pain melted into pleasure, a tidal wave of heat and connection that slammed into me, taking me over the edge.
I screamed his name, my body shaking with the force of my climax as he thrust into me again, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate as his own release followed. His growl vibrated against my skin, the sound of a predator satisfied, and Layla howled in triumph, her energy merging with Ace’s in a way that left me breathless.
When it was over, Ryder held me close, his forehead resting against mine as we both tried to catch our breath. His teeth still grazed my neck, the mark he left there tingling with heat, a reminder of what we’d just shared.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less fierce. “Every fucking part of you, Jasmine p>