Chapter 8Serena’s POVI should push him away.I should claw at his chest, fight, do anything to stop this.But I don’t.Ryker’s body cages me in, pressing me against the silk sheets, his scent thick in my nostrils, dark spice and danger. His hands roam over me, slow but possessive, like he’s mapping every inch of my body, claiming it.Heat coils deep in my stomach, a pulse of something dark and dangerous thrumming through my veins. I hate this. I hate him.But when his fingers drag lower, grazing the sensitive skin just above my hips, my breath stutters. My body betrays me.His lips graze my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so warm, little hellfire,” he murmurs, voice rough with hunger. “Do you know what that does to me?”I bite my lip, fighting the response threatening to escape. But my body is already answering him, my thighs tense, my pulse erratic, heat pooling between my legs.He notices.Of course, he does.His smirk is wicked against my neck as he trails his mouth
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