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I watched her face contort with ecstasy, her eyes half-closed and lips parted in a silent scream. I could feel her tightening around me, her body on the brink of release. The sight of her like this, lost in the throes of passion, was almost too much to bear.

"Come for me," I demanded, my voice low and commanding.

She cried out as she reached her climax, her body shuddering beneath me. The intensity of it pulled me over the edge with her, and I came with a guttural moan, every muscle in my body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

For a moment, we were both lost in the aftermath, our bodies still entwined and trembling from the intensity of what we'd just shared.

“Don’t leave,” she whispered, her voice fragile and almost lost in the quiet of the room.

My eyes widened, taken aback by the vulnerability in her words. For a moment, I was frozen, grappling with the rawness of her plea. But then I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my lips.

“I won’t,” I whispered back, my voice carrying a weight I hadn’t intended. It felt like a promise.

With a gentle but firm grip, I wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her from the couch. She nestled against me, her head resting on my shoulder as if she belonged there. Her breathwas warm and even against my neck as we moved through the dimly lit apartment.

The journey to her bedroom was short, but every step felt significant, like crossing an unseen threshold. By the time we reached her bed, Paige had fallen asleep in my arms. Her body was relaxed, her face peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen before.

I laid her down carefully, making sure she was comfortable before pulling the covers over her. For a moment, I just stood there, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. Something inside me shifted—an acknowledgment that this wasn’t just another fleeting moment.

As I turned to leave the room, I hesitated at the door. The promise I’d made echoed in my mind, and for once, it felt like something worth keeping.

I didn't think.

I turned back, crawled into bed, and wrapped my arms around her.

The truth was, I didn't want to leave.

We'd figure everything else out tomorrow. But right now, I was here with her, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter 25

Paige

Ijolted awake, my body humming with an unfamiliar sensation. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring at the ceiling, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The pleasure was intoxicating, like a drug coursing through my veins, making my limbs heavy and my mind hazy.

As I looked down, I saw Ryker's head between my legs, his dark hair a stark contrast against my pale skin. His tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around my mound, teasing and tantalizing me in a way that made my toes curl.

I watched as he worked, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. His lips were full and soft, and they moved with a practiced ease that spoke of years of experience. His stubble scratched against my thighs, sending shivers up my spine.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I had never felt anything like it before. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was on high alert, responding to his touch with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He responded by increasing the pressure of histongue, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I moaned, unable to contain the sound that escaped my lips.

Ryker's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my senses. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation.

And then, just as I was about to reach the peak, he pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. I looked up at him, confused and frustrated, but he just smiled, a wicked glint in his eye.

"Not yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to make this last."

And with that, he dove back in, his tongue working its magic once again. I closed my eyes and let myself be swept away by the sensation.

Ryker’s tongue continued its torturous rhythm, slow and deliberate, driving me to the brink of madness. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my fingers tightening in his hair. The room felt impossibly small, every sound amplified—the rustle of sheets, my ragged breathing, his low murmurs.

Then, he slid a finger inside me, and I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips before I could stop it.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against my skin.

“Yes,” I whispered, the word slipping out like a secret.

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