Ryder:
She was draped across me like she belonged there.
Naked, boneless, wrecked.
My arms wrapped around my ribs, her golden hair a mess across my chest. Her breath was slow and shallow, still uneven from the storm we just survived. And me? I was wide awake. Heart thundering. Mind racing.
I couldn’t stop looking at her.
I’d touched every inch of her. Heard every sound she made when she was finally mine. Felt every wall crumble beneath my hands.
She gave me everything.
And I knew—I knew—that wasn’t something Phoenix Wilde did for just anyone.
She was fire. Smoke. Steel and sharp edges. I full blown wreckage of a woman. Born to ride, bred to be wild. And yet she let me take her like a man starved, let me ruin her over and over and still pull her close afterward like she wanted to st
