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~Clementine's POV~

I hummed to myself as I stood in the kitchen, curiously looking through the pantry. We were beginning to run out of food, which would start to be a problem soon.

As I was glancing over the little bit we did have left, I suddenly felt a warm hand on my waist that I knew obviously belonged to Ryder, causing me to glance up at him over my shoulder. His other hand came to rest on my waist as well, the two large hands lingering for a moment before trailing down to grip my hips firmly. I felt his head nuzzle into my shoulder and he planted a kiss on the slope where my neck met my shoulder, a smile growing on his full lips against my skin. "Hungry?" He hummed softly into my ear, the warmth of his breath making me shiver. "No, just checking our stock." I said, smiling as he held me. It felt nice to be held in his arms, like coming home.

"You were supposed to say yes there." He said, sounding a little pouty. I raised a brow and turned to look at him. "Why's that?" I asked, slithering my arms around his strong waist. He stroked a hand down my back, grasping my butt in two large handfuls as he smirked down at me. "Because then I could say I'm hungry, too, just not for food." He teased, the line causing my lips to twitch slightly, amused.

"Is that your way of trying to seduce me?" I questioned, feeling the strong muscles in his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. Ry ducked his head down, the warmth of his breath fanning my lips temptingly. "You'd know if it was, Tiny." He murmured, gently pushing me back until my butt hit the edge of the island counter, stopping me from moving any further. I couldn't help but to let my hands wander up, playing with his soft brown locks.

It was no surprise when he finally sealed his lips over mine and I probably should've been used to the feeling of him kissing me by now, but I couldn't help but to shudder nonetheless. My fingers tightened in his hair and his grip slid from my butt to the back of my thighs, hoisting me up onto the island with my legs wrapped around his waist. His teeth gently nipped at my bottom lip, biting it until I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth, a moan flowing from my mouth to his as his tongue brushed mine.

The muscles of his hard chest pressed firmly into my front as he tugged me close, trying to get our bodies as close as possible. "Ry," I gasped, heat gathering between my thighs at the hardness that I felt growing against my core, showing his hunger for me. He groaned against my lips and briefly broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he peeled his lids open and looked at me through hooded, dilated eyes. "This is me seducing you." He breathed, placing his large hand upon my bare thigh and gently inching his touch beneath my skirt. I shuddered, my back arching slightly as I parted my legs a little more, eager for his touch where I needed it most. Noticing the way my body was reacting to him, his lips twitched slightly, seemingly finding entertainment in watching me grow needier for him.

He teased me, gently dragging his knuckle up and down the length of my slit, barely touching the fabric of my panties at all. Letting a whine slip from my lips, I grasped his wrist and peered up at him, frowning deeply. "Don't tease me," I pleaded, shifting my hips. Wearing a smirk on his lips, he leaned into me, pushing my panties to the side so he could slip his long fingers between my folds. I shuddered and spread my legs wider, moaning softly when he found my clit and began to gently rub it in little circles.

"So fucking wet already." He muttered under his breath, another whine leaving me as I felt my panties growing wetter, writhing against his touch in pleasure. I slid my hand up his arm until I clutched his bicep, trembling when two long digits slid into me, his other hand gripping my thigh so tightly that it bordered on painful. "Ryder, please," I moaned in a mix of pleasure and complaint, my thighs trembling as his skilled fingers thrusted into the spot that made me weakest. I could feel his biceps flexing with the motion, and something about that just had me growing needier.

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