Ryder’s hands were on me before I could even react, his lips crashing against mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. We were in the kitchen, but I barely registered anything around us. All I could feel was him—his heat, his strength, his desperation. His kiss was fierce, hungry, like he had been holding back for far too long and was finally letting loose. I melted into him, letting out a soft gasp as his tongue teased against mine, igniting something deep within me that I could no longer ignore.
The bond between us buzzed with electricity, and every touch, every brush of his fingers against my skin made me feel like I was burning from the inside out. Ryder’s grip on my waist tightened, pulling me flush against him as his lips moved over mine with unrelenting passion.
And then, I
