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“You’re never going to forget how this felt,” he vowed, brushing his fingers gently along my inner thigh, pushing it open so that he could keep going.

His touch was relentless, driving me closer to another orgasm with every pass of his fingers, every kiss along my throat, every possessive word murmured against my skin.

My world narrowed to just that bed, just that moment, and just him.

Every muscle in my body was strung tight, trembling beneath his touch.

He shifted, changing the angle, pressing up into me, and suddenly I was falling apart again.

Pleasure surged through me, more intense than before, crashing over me like a second wave I hadn’t even seen coming.

I buried my face in his neck, the heat of his skin grounding me as I bit back the sound threatening to spill from my lips.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as if that would keep me from completely unraveling.

He still didn’t stop.

His fingers moved faster now, fucking me with a rhythm that was almost cruel in its precision.

His thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling it in tight little circles that had me gasping for air. My come and arousal was dripping down his hand as he worked me over and over again.

I could hear the filthy sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me.

I didn’t know how much time passed before he finally took mercy on me or how many times I came.

My body was aching and boneless against his, breath stuttering out of me like I’d run a marathon.

My mind was reduced to a puddle of mush that only knew his hands, his mouth, and his voice.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he leaned back, his chest rising and falling with that infuriating calm of his and brought his fingers to his mouth.

He sucked them clean, slow and deliberate, his tongue sliding over each digit like he was savoring the taste of me. His eyes never left mine. The sound he made—that low, rumbling hum of satisfaction—sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.

“Mm,” he murmured. “You taste fucking divine.”

I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but it was no use. My clit was still throbbing, still begging for more, even though I was pretty sure it had tapped out three orgasms ago.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice teasing, like he didn’t already know the answer.

“No. I mean, yes. I don’t know.”

He laughed softly and leaned in to kiss me. It was light this time, almost chaste, but it still made my heart race. “We’re going to build your tolerance up.”

My brain was still struggling to catch up. “Build my what?”

He grinned in a way that made me weak all over again. “Sass, if you’re shaking and breathless now, what do you think is going to happen when I’m inside you?”

“Guess you’ll have to be gentle with me, quarterback,” I teased. I was aiming for sass, but my voice shook, betraying just how out of order I already was.

He laughed again, mouth grazing my skin. “I’ll take my time. I’ll worship you. I’ll be careful with you. But I won’t be gentle or soft. I’ve dreamed of that moment too many times to play nice. I’m going to make sure you never forget what it feels like to be mine.”

My fingers flexed against his back. I didn’t know whether to pull him closer or brace myself.

I relaxed as he adjusted us, shifting just enough to pull the comforter back over our lower halves and settle us more comfortably.

His chest pressed to my back, his mouth brushing a soft kiss against my temple.

“You did good.”

A breathless laugh escaped me. “Gee, thanks. I can’t believe this happened.”

“Believe it’s happening,” he corrected, his arms tightening around me. “I knew it was inevitable.”

I started to snuggle into him more and paused. I couldn’t ignore how hard he was when his cock was pressing against me through his sleep pants. There was no mistaking it. Soft fabric didn’t hide the size or thickness of him. I had never wanted to touch and taste anything more in my life.

“Do you want me to—? I mean, I want—.” The words tangled on my tongue. I’d never had to say them out loud before. I hadn’t wanted to—until him.

I felt his grin against the top of my head. “You trying to offer me your pretty pussy, Sass?”

“Ryder.”

“Or do you want me in your mouth first?” He kissed the shell of my ear, then shifted, kissing the side of my face.

“Don’t worry, baby. When I finally fuck you, I’ll make sure I talk you through every second,” he promised.

“You’ll love that, won’t you? Listening to me tell you what I’m doing, what I want from you. What you’re doing to me.”

My brow furrowed, heart still racing. “When?”

He gently rolled my body, pressing my head to his chest like he could shield me from every wild thought spiraling in his head.

“Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then know I’m still doing what’s best for us, just like we agreed.

I’ve already fucked you a hundred different ways in my head.

Every night. Every morning. Twice in the afternoons.

But I won’t go that far until I know you’re mine.

Not for a weekend. Not just tonight. Mine.

Always.” He tilted my chin up, so I was looking at him.

“There’s already no coming back from this.

And once we cross into that territory, Sass?

That’s it. No one else will ever get the chance to even breathe your way with thoughts they shouldn’t have. ”

I leaned in and kissed him.

He stilled for half a second, like he hadn’t expected it. Then he made a sound in the back of his throat and kissed me back, deep and hard, his hand sliding into my hair.

When I pulled back, breathless, I asked, “So what is this, then?”

His mouth curved into a wicked grin, equal parts amused and possessive. “More foreplay.”

I tried to counter that, some smart reply poised on the edge of my tongue—but I never got the chance.

The hand in my hair tightened, just enough to make me gasp—pleasure laced with a delicious sting—while his other hand gripped my ass and pressed me tight against him, his cock hard against my stomach, drawing a low groan from him and a breathy, near-whimper from me.

“I can’t wait to ruin you in ways they don’t even have names for yet.”

His words didn’t scare me.

They lit me up.

I loved every version of Ryder Voss. But the one whispering his madness in my ear, and holding himself back from wrecking me? This one might’ve been my favorite.

The hand on my ass moved to curl possessively around my waist. “But tonight, I’ve got my beautiful girl naked in my arms and a small taste of her still on my tongue. So, I’m just going to hold you.”

I sank against him with a contented hum, one hand resting against the warm, solid plane of his abs. “We always used to share a bed,” I murmured, my voice laced with nostalgia. “Not quite like this, though.”

His chest shook with a low chuckle. “No. Cade wouldn’t have appreciated that. He was always too close for that kind of proximity.”

I laughed, then immediately froze as a horrifying thought struck. “Oh, my god. Do you think he heard us?”

“He definitely heard you.” His mouth brushed my temple, smug amusement dripping from every word. “He’ll survive. He’s just going to have to get used to hearing how good I make you feel.”

I choked on a laugh, equal parts mortified and giddy. “We are not doing that to him.”

“Too late, don’t you think?”

In place of a reply, I closed my eyes and let everything else fade away, just for the night. I didn’t think about what this meant for his girlfriend. That I still technically had a boyfriend.

Not The Hunt.

Not the texts, the threats, secrets crawling toward the surface, or the people waiting behind masks. It was just us and the dangerously addictive truth that I didn’t want this to end. I drifted off with his voice in my head, telling me goodnight.