Page 60 of My Forbidden Alpha

I want her so fucking bad. Ironic that the woman that I want so badly has to be the first woman who has not fallen to her knees before me. Even though I know she wants me, she held back; heck she’s still holding back.

I lean closer, brushing my thumb over her soft lips, studying them up close.

She’s perfection personified.

I brush my nose down her cheek. “Look at me, Red,” I repeat. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want this.”

Her eyes flutter towards me, a stunning silver like the moon itself. Her gaze dips to my lips before she looks into my eyes and I lean in. Her silence answers me.

My lips brush against hers tenderly, feeling the tingle. Every single brush of our lips is painstakingly slow. Tantalising… but Iwant her to feel this, feel how much it turns her on.

My own actions surprise me; I’ve never treated a woman so softly. Heck if a woman wasn’t interested, no matter how rare it was, it never bothered me. I’d just move on. There were plenty of fish in the sea after all. But Red… she’s always intrigued me, and the moment I sensed that maybe she saw me as something more than her brother, I pushed it.

I flick my tongue out, making her gasp the moment I run it along her lips, and this time she is unable to hold back that sinful moan.

“Elijah, don’t,” she whimpers, despite her grip on my shoulders that remains. I throb against her core and her lips quiver as she sighs softly.

“At least allow me to give you a taste of what I can offer…” I murmur, tugging on her lower lip, biting back a groan as I nibble on her plush, plump lips. “Damn, you’re so fucking tempting,” I groan huskily.

The smell of her intoxicating arousal is dizzying.

“I really don’t know about this, Elijah,” she whispers, even as her body reacts to my touch as I run my knuckles down her stomach until I reach the zip of her leather pants. “It’s… wrong.”

I pull her zip down slowly, the sound loud in the silence as she tenses in my lap. I claim her lips in a rough, hungry kiss, one that is fuelled with passion and fucking desire.

My tongue ravishes her mouth, dominating hers. She moans sexily as she wraps her arms around my neck, her hand twisting into my hair as she kisses me back with equal fervour.

She keeps fighting for control, despite knowing that she is losing the battle. I smirk against her lips. It is the first time a woman put up a fight and fuck is it sexy and such a fucking turn-on.

I am an alpha and I love control, but I love the game and challenge even more. I grab her breasts, loving how they feel inmy large hands. Just fucking right and damn are these things the perfect balance between firm and soft. I squeeze and grope them, enjoying them fully before I pinch her hardened nipple.

My eyes widen when I realise they are pierced.Fuck… that is hot.

She takes the chance to bite my lip, sucking on my tongue and in turn I pinch her nipple again, making her gasp in pleasure. Her body moves sensually against mine, grinding against my cock that is straining in my jeans.

I now slip my hand into her pants, biting back a swear as my fingers brush her flimsy lace underwear.

Her whimpers only make me throb harder, my hand dipping low and I growl – she is soaking wet.

“Damn, sweetheart, you’re fucking dripping,” I groan huskily against her lips, kissing her again and slipping my hand under the soaking lace. She gasps when my fingers part her smooth lips with ease, her grip on me tightening.

Oh yeah.

I want to see what she looks like down there. I want to spread that pussy apart and eat her out, but I know her limits. That’s going to have to wait for another day.

“Elijah…” she breathes, one hand now tangled in my hair and the other around my neck, her nails raking down it.

She lets out a delicious moan the moment my fingers run along her soaking slit. “Oh, fuck.” Pleasure courses through her as I begin playing with her clit.

No longer bothered about holding back, she moans in pleasure, gasping when I slip one finger inside of her. Her eyes widen as she breaks the kiss and stares at me wide-eyed. Her own hazed with lust and need.

She feels so good. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I say, claiming her lips hungrily once more. I move my finger torturously slow, making her growl and she frowns, pulling away for a second as she looksat me with those pouty lips that look even plumper.

I curl my finger inside of her, watching her eyes roll, her mouth becoming a perfect O, one that I want to fill.

“Harder,” she mutters, as she grabs me close and kisses me roughly.

“What’s the rush?” I breathe, slowing down before I speed up making her gasp.

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