Chapter 213

Chapter 213:

“Good morning,” I whispered, my voice soft but edged with something playful, something daring.

Ryder opened his eyes to meet mine, and for a second, I thought I saw surprise flicker across his face. But then his lips parted, and he let out a low laugh that rumbled in his chest.

“Good morning?” he repeated, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Is this how you greet me now p>

I tilted my head, my smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“You don’t seem to mind,” I teased, leaning in closer to him.

He let out a breath, a rough one, his hips jerking beneath me as I stroked him again.

“Jasmine,” he growled, his voice low, dark, and full of warning.

But I didn’t stop. In fact, I leaned into him even more, my lips curving into a sly grin.

“What is it, Alpha?” I asked, my voice a whisper full of temptation.

I watched as his body seemed to snap, and before I knew it, his hands were on me, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me closer. His lips crashed onto mine, a kiss that was hungry, desperate. There was no gentleness in it, just raw need, and I matched it, my free hand tangling in his hair as I pressed myself into him.

The cold air in the room felt like a distant memory, swallowed whole by the heat that surged between us. His other hand moved to my hip, pulling me tighter against him, and I felt the hard proof of his desire pressing against me.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little vixen,” he muttered against my lips, his voice thick with something dark and thrilling.

I pulled back just slightly, enough to look into his eyes. There was a fire in them—something primal and intense—and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Maybe I like danger,” I whispered, my voice just as sultry, just as daring.

His deep, rumbling laugh vibrated in my chest, and he spoke with a half-serious tone.

“You’re going to be the death of me p>

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I let out a soft, breathy laugh, the sound almost a purr.

“Then I’ll make it worth it,” I replied, my voice laced with promise, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The world outside this room, the worries, the threats—none of it mattered. All that mattered was this moment, this connection. And Ryder was mine, just as I was his.

Sliding his hand down her body, Ryder’s fingers found Jasmine’s soft, warm skin, his grip tightening as he felt her fingers wrap around his hard length, stroking him with firm, steady pressure. He moaned against her ear as her words sent a shock of desire through him.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

“Fuck, baby,” Ryder grunted, his body responding instantly to her touch. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought to stay in control. “You keep talking like that, and I’m gonna lose it p>

“You like hearing me talk dirty, Ryder?” she purred, her fingers teasing him slowly, making him lose his focus. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, how she could drive him wild with every movement, every word. “You like it when I tell you how much I need you p>

“Jesus, yes,” Ryder groaned, his voice rough with need. He pulled her against him, his hands roaming her body, desperate to feel more, to claim her completely.

“Do you want me?” she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. “Do you want to feel my tight, wet pussy wrapped around your cock p>

A growl ripped from Ryder’s throat, his teeth grazing her skin as his fingers slipped between her thighs, teasing her.