He pulled me closer, his body grinding into mine with a ruthless intent that made my knees weak. I could feel the power in his arms, the way he held me against the wall like I weighed nothing at all. Every thrust was deeper than the last, driving the breath from my lungs until all I could do was cling to him.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a low command vibrating against my skin. "Say it."
"I'm yours," I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. "Ryder, I'm yours."
That seemed to snap something inside him. His pace became frantic, almost violent, his hips slamming against mine with a force that made my vision swim.
"That's my girl," he roared, the sound tearing from his chest as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, not biting hard enough
