Page 66 of The Alpha's Forbidden Secret Baby

“So, that was why you sold the necklace,” he said without accusation, but her eyes widened and he watched the guilt and shame return. He sighed once more. He hadn’t been trying to do that.

“I’m so sorry, Xander. I’m going to find a way to get it back. I promise.”

He nodded, refraining from telling her he already got it and it was currently in his suit pocket. He continued cleaning her face in silence as she apologized once again.

“I’m so sorry, Xander. You told me how important it was that your kind remained a secret and I hated myself for playing a role in making that secret come to light. If I had let you know you had a son, he never would have got it on video and things would have been different. I didn’t want you to hate me.”

“Hate you? Rayla, I could never hate you. I only ever wished to take care of you.”

She nodded, still broken. “I know that now, but I was scared and I let things get out of control.”

“It’s alright. I wish you had come to me so I could take care of this and save you the risk of getting hurt, but I understand why you did it,” Xander said. He would continue to make her understand how wrong she was, but that would only make her feel worse and there was no point in that.

“I forgive you, Rayla. I hope you never have to doubt me again.”

She shook her head gently. “Never again, Xander.”

He nodded and dropped the towel in the bowl of water, done with cleaning up all of her cuts and the dirt off her.

She leaned in when he looked up, brushing her lips against his. Xander stayed still for a moment but pulled away, holding her by the shoulder.

“What are you doing, Rayla? You have so many bruises.”

She shook her head. “Please, Xander. I need this.”

“Rayla, I don’t think I can.”

Thoughts of her in the stall, lying there with her tied hands lifted to defend herself filled his head, but before he could convince her it wasn’t a good idea, she shifted her chair closer to him.

“Xander, please. I need you. I feel so dirty from his touch. I just need to feel clean again.”

Her voice broke as she spoke and looked at him with eyes that were haunted by her experience. How could he say no to that? How could he abandon her now when she was reaching out to him to help her just like he always wanted?

He desired to take her pain away and fill her with laughter once again. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, mindful of her hurt lip as he pulled her lower lip into his mouth. The heat of her groan sent a tremor through him, igniting a desire to heal her with every touch. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her onto his lap. He lifted her effortlessly, keeping their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

Gently, he laid her on the bed, his body hovering above hers. She pulled him close, their bodies melded together in a desperate need for comfort and connection.

“Please, Xander, I need you now,” she begged, her hands pushing his suit off his shoulders.

He hesitated, wanting to ensure she was truly ready, but the urgency in her eyes convinced him. He quickly undressed, his arousal evident as he joined her on the bed. Rayla had already shed her clothes, her body laid bare for him.

Xander’s hands traced the curve of her hips, sliding down to the small of her waist before moving up to her breasts. He leaned over her, his mouth finding her stiff nipple as he pushed inside her warmth.

She let out a satisfied cry, arching her back in pleasure. “Yes, Xander.”

Encouraged, he began a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring the feel of her around him. Her hips matched his movements, creating a dance of passion that deepened their connection.

Xander groaned as his pleasure built, her warmth tightening around him. She whispered his name, her voice a soft chant in his ear, driving him further into ecstasy.

“Fuck, Rayla. You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her eyelids, her nose, and down to the vein in her neck that pulsed with excitement.

“You’re clean. You’ve never been dirty, and you never will be.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away, tightening her arms around him as she rolled her hips.

“Harder, Xander. Fuck me harder,” she urged, her voice filled with need.

“Your wish is my command.”

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