Page 60 of Cold Carnage

But reality snapped back into place like a rubber band stretched too far. I pushed him away, breaking the kiss abruptly. We stood there, breathing heavily, eyes locked in a silent battle of emotions.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and took a step back. “You can’t just?—”

“Paige,” he whispered, voice hoarse with unspoken words.

I shook my head, unable to find the right response. Everything was too tangled up inside me—anger, confusion, desire.

Before I could process my next move, something primal surged within me. I lunged for him, closing the distance in a heartbeat. My lips found his with an urgency that surprised us both. The kiss was fierce, a raw exchange of pent-up emotions and unspoken words. His mouth was hot, demanding, and it felt like he was claiming every inch of me.

“If he did this,” Ryker growled through the kisses, his breath mingling with mine, “I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t,” I whispered against his lips, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “You’ve already caused enough paperwork.”

He let out a rough chuckle, but it quickly turned into a groan as his lips moved down to my neck. He feasted on the sensitive skin there, each touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Mine,” he whispered fiercely against my neck. “You’re fucking mine.”

His words sent a thrill through me, a heady mix of possessiveness and desire that made my knees weak. He pressed into me, and I felt the hard evidence of his desire for me. The intensity of it all left me breathless, my mind spinning with the realization of how much we had been holding back.

Every touch, every kiss felt like a release, a breaking down of barriers we had both built so high. His hands roamed over my body with an urgency that matched my own, and for that moment, nothing else mattered but us.

His lips crashed back onto mine with a ferocity that left me breathless. I wanted to ask him so many things—why he pretended to be indifferent, why he acted like he didn't remember. But those questions faded into the background as his mouth moved over mine.

Ryker's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. His other hand tangled in my hair, his fingers gripping tightly as he pressed me against the desk. The edge dug into my back, but I didn't care. All I could think about was the way his lips claimed mine, the way his body felt against me.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as if letting go would mean losing this moment forever. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp.

The sound seemed to spur him on. He devoured me, each kiss more intense than the last. His body pressed harder against mine, and I could feel every inch of him—solid and unyielding. The world outside that office faded away, leaving only the heat between us.

His hand moved from my waist to my back, pulling me even closer if that was possible. My hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he held himself back from completely losing control.

For now, all I wanted was to feel him. To let this moment wash away the confusion and frustration that had been building for weeks. His lips left mine only to trail down my neck, each kiss sending shivers through me. He whispered something against my skin—words I couldn't quite make out but felt deeply.

I arched into him, wanting more of everything he was giving me. His teeth grazed my collarbone before his mouth returned to mine with renewed intensity. The kiss was rough and desperate, a silent conversation that said everything we hadn't been able to put into words.

Ryker's hands gripped my hips and lifted me onto the desk. The cold surface pressed against my thighs, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from our bodies. His eyes never left mine as he pushed my legs apart, the roughness in his movements igniting a spark of anticipation.

His knees hit the floor with a dull thud, and he slid his hands up my legs, fingers tracing over the smooth fabric of my stockings. My breath hitched when his touch reached the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

“Ryker,” I gasped out, trying to catch my breath.

His glare was intense, filled with hunger and something darker. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to suppress the moan building in my throat.

“As much as I want to make you scream,” he murmured, voice thick with desire, “I don't think that would be prudent. But I need…”

His hands found the waistband of my panties and yanked them down in one swift motion. The delicate fabric fluttered tothe floor, forgotten. He glanced up at me briefly before inching my tight pencil skirt higher.

“I need to taste you,” he said hungrily.

The words sent a shiver down my spine. His face pressed against my mound, his breath hot through the thin barrier of my skirt. Every nerve ending felt electrified as he drew closer to where I needed him most.

Ryker's breath was hot against my skin, sending shivers up my spine. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, spreading me open. I could feel the cool air against my exposed flesh. His eyes met mine briefly, a dark promise reflected in them.

Then his mouth was on me, and everything else faded away. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt through me, my back arching involuntarily. He licked a slow, deliberate path along my folds, exploring every inch of me with a precision that left me breathless.

He groaned softly against me; the vibration adding another layer of sensation that made my toes curl. His tongue delved deeper, teasing and tasting, drawing out soft moans from my lips. My hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I held him close.

Ryker’s mouth moved with an intensity that matched the storm inside me. He alternated between slow, languid strokes and quick flicks of his tongue that had me gasping for air. Each movement felt calculated to drive me closer to the edge, yet never quite letting me fall over it.

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