Xena''s POV


    "Babe?" Ryder''s voice was a low, velvet growl in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I


    barely had time to catch my breath before his lips found my most sensitive spot, igniting a fire that spread through me like wildfire. His touch was deliberate, teasing, as he slid my panties down with a mix of urgency and restraint. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it was his tongue, warm and skilled, that sent electric shocks through my core. Each flick, each gentle suck, was a spark that built into an inferno.


    "Ryder!" I cried out, my voice echoing into the night as my body arched under his touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over me without mercy. His fingers joined the assault, curling inside me, and his tongue never faltered, drawing out every ounce of sensation. My body clenched around him, shuddering as the first orgasm hit me like a storm. But he didn''t stop. Another wave built almost instantly, and I was helpless against it, my cries of "Oh! Oh!" mingling with the rustle of leaves in the breeze. My limbs trembled, my entire being surrendered to his control.


    Ryder moved up my body, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that tasted of me, of us. The intimacy of it sent a new kind of heat through me, a need to give him as much as he''d given me. With a surge of boldness, I pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. The moonlight carved his muscles into sharp relief, each line of his chest and abs a work of art I''d been dying to explore. My fingers traced the hard nes of his body, memorizing every dip and curve. I''d fantasized about this moment, and now it was real.


    My lips started at his neck, savoring the salt of his skin. When I found that spot just behind his ear, his body tensed beneath me, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His fingers dug into my hips, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send a thrill through me. My long hair fell across my face, obscuring my view, but Ryder gathered it in his hand, wrapping it around his fist with a gentle tug that made my pulse race. I moved lower, my lips brushing over his chest, his abs, until I reached the waistband of his shorts. His hips bucked, a silent plea, and the bulge beneath the fabric was impossible to ignore.


    With a slow, deliberate motion, I tugged his shorts down, freeing him. The sight of his nine-inch length made my breath catch, a mix of nerves and desire swirling in my chest. But I wanted this-wanted him. Locking eyes with him, I let my tongue glide from the base to the tip, slow and teasing. His eyes rolled back, his body shuddering as a deep, primal groan escaped him. The sound was pure wolf, raw and untamed, and it spurred me


    1. on. I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, myck of a gag reflex allowing me to take all


    of him. The weight of him, the heat, was intoxicating.


    "Holy hell!" Ryder growled, his hands guiding my head in a rhythm that matched his ragged breaths. I remembered a scene from a movie I''d watched, where a woman had driven her partner wild by touching him elsewhere. Curious, I cupped his balls, massaging them gently. The effect was immediate-his body went rigid, his groans turning desperate I quickened my pace, feeling him tense beneath me, and then he was unraveling, his release hot and sudden in my throat. I didn''t stop, not until his grip on my hair loosened


    and his body went ck, spent.


    Sitting up,


    I let my hair fall to one side, messy and. wild. With a slow, deliberate motion, I wiped my lips with a finger, then brought it to, my mouth, licking it clean while holding his gaze. Ryder''s jaw dropped, his eyes dark with awe and hunger. Emboldened, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the nket. I bit my lip, a coy gesture that felt both vulnerable and powerful. His gaze raked over me, and I could see his desire reigniting, his body already responding.


    I crawled toward him, and his lips crashed against mine, hungry and fierce. "You''re gonna kill me, woman," he muttered, his voice rough with need. In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my side, then onto my stomach, the nket soft beneath me. His lips found the back of my neck, trailing kisses down my spine that sent sparks exploding across my skin. My body arched instinctively, my hips pressing against him, drawing a deeper growl from his throat. His fingers, tipped with the faintest hint of ws, grazed my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his teeth nipped yfully at my waist, I gasped, the sensation both ticklish and electric. His hands gripped my hips, firm and possessive, and the mate bond between us red, overwhelming my senses.


    "Ryder!" I gasped, my voice trembling as I nced at my phone. The screen glowed with the time: 12:04 a.m. My birthday. The sparks of our bond, the intensity of his touch, confirmed what I''d always suspected-he was my mate, my forever.


    "Turn over," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I rolled onto my back, my eyes squeezed shut, my heart pounding like a drum. He settled over me, his weightforting as my legs wrapped around his waist. My hands were pinned above my head, his grip gentle but unyielding. "Open your eyes, beautiful." "You sure?" My voice shook, a mix of anticipation and fear.


    "Absolutely," he said, his tone steady and sure.


    I opened my eyes, and the moment our gazes locked, the mate bond snapped into ce, a golden thread tying our souls together. The air left my lungs, and then he was inside me, filling mepletely. The initial pain was sharp, making me tense, but he paused, giving me time to adjust. My fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring me to him.


    "I''m sorry," he murmured, kissing away the tear that slipped down my cheek. His tenderness broke something open inside me, and I clung to him, overwhelmed by the depth of our connection.


    “Just rx. It''ll feel good soon,” he promised, his voice a soothing balm. The pain began to fade as he moved, slow and careful, pulling out and easing back in. "God, you''re so tight," he groaned, his restraint evident in the tension of his jaw. He was holding back,


    making sure I was okay.


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