Chapter 161
Chapter 161:
A shudder ran through me, his words striking something deep inside. Layla stilled, her confidence merging with mine. I lifted my chin slightly, my voice quiet but firm.
“And what if I don’t want you to stop p>
Ryder’s smirk returned, but his eyes were still serious, still burning with raw emotion. “Then you’d better trust me to protect you, even from myself p>
My breath caught, the intensity of his gaze almost overwhelming. I’d never felt so vulnerable and safe all at once.
“You mean it,” I murmured, my voice trembling slightly.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over mine, soft but unyielding. “Every fucking word,” he growled, his hands holding me firmly yet gently. “You’re mine, Jasmine. My mate. My everything. I’ll mark you, but I’ll do it when it’s right—when I know you’re ready for all of me p>
I nodded, unable to find the words to respond, but the look in my eyes must’ve been enough for him. His smirk softened, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed. When his lips claimed mine again, it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a promise.
His lips crashed back onto mine, rough and desperate, and I felt his hand slide down my waist. The heat of his touch burned through me, and my body responded instinctively, pressing closer, needing more. Ryder growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through me as he kissed me like he wanted to consume every inch of me. His hands gripped my hips, firm but not rough, guiding me against him. I could feel how hard he was, and it sent a shiver down my spine. My breath hitched when he shifted, one hand sliding lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants.
“Ryder,” I gasped, his name breaking from my lips as his fingers found my core, already wet and aching for him.
“You’re so fucking ready for me,” he growled against my neck, his voice thick and raw with need. His fingers pressed inside, slow but relentless, and my head tipped back as I moaned, my body arching into him.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, my hands clutching his shoulders, desperate to hold on to something as the pleasure built.
Ryder chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my throat. “That’s it, Jasmine. Let me hear you p>
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His fingers moved deeper, curling just right, and my entire body trembled. Layla howled in my mind, urging me forward, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding into his hand. The pressure, the heat, the intensity of it all—it was overwhelming in the best way. Then, without warning, he pulled his hand away, leaving me gasping and on the edge of screaming in frustration.
“Ryder,” I snapped, my voice sharp despite my breathlessness.
His smirk was infuriating, but the fire in his eyes made me forget how to be mad. “Patience, Jasmine,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “When I’m inside you, I want to make sure you feel every fucking inch of me p>
My cheeks flushed, but the heat pooling deep in my core drowned out any embarrassment. “Then stop fucking teasing me,” I shot back, my voice shaking with a mix of sass and need.
Ryder growled again, his lips crashing back to mine. This time, he didn’t hold back. His hands were on me, pulling, gripping, sliding my pants down in one swift motion. My legs trembled, and I barely had time to register the cool air against my skin before he lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall.
“Tell me you’re ready,” he demanded, his voice rough, his breath hot against my ear.
“Fucking do it,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around him, desperate for him to end the ache burning inside me.
Ryder’s control snapped. He growled low in his throat as he pushed inside me, slow but unrelenting, stretching me until I could feel every inch of him. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his forehead pressing to mine as he stilled for a moment, giving me a second to catch my breath. “You feel so fucking perfect, Jasmine p>