Ryder’s lips were still on mine, but now his touch was softer, more deliberate. He broke the kiss, his hot breath fanning over my face as he licked the side of my cheek, the gesture tender, almost reverent. I knew what it meant in our wolf form—an intimate, loving act of care. My breath hitched as his lips found the skin of my neck, and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through me as he nuzzled my collarbone, pressing soft kisses along the length of it.
His mouth was leaving a trail of heat, his tongue grazing my skin between kisses, marking me in ways that sent jolts of electricity through my body. Each touch, each kiss, was possessive, as if he were claiming me right then and there. His hands slid under my shirt, the roughness of his palms gliding over my skin, and I couldn’t suppress
