Page 29 of Midnight Rebel

The room’s dim light casts shadows across antique furniture, the air thick with the scent of old books and forbidden desires. It’s a hidden sanctuary, perfect for what I have planned.

Voices murmur in the hallway, footsteps drawing near. The threat of discovery only heightens my arousal. I’ve always thrived on danger, and this moment is no exception.

Autumn’s hands splay across my chest, a half-hearted attempt at resistance belied by the hunger in her eyes.

“Colt,” she whispers, excitement warring with caution in her voice. “We’ll get caught.”

I smirk, my hands mapping every curve of her body. “Let them watch,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “We’ll give them a performance to remember.”

Shock and amusement flicker across her face. “You’re impossible,” she says, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You bring out the best in me,” I counter, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. Our tongues dance, breaths mingling as desire builds between us like wildfire.

Her body melds against mine, soft and warm. The rapid beat of her heart and the flush of her skin betray her arousal. Each touch, each kiss, stokes the inferno within me. I want to consume her, claim her completely.

My hands roam over her, splaying across her lower back, gripping her ass. I need to feel every inch of her skin against mine. Her breath comes in short gasps, soft moans escaping as I nip at her earlobe.

“You belong to me now, Autumn,” I growl, my voice low and possessive. “I’m going to ruin you for every other man.”

She responds with a desperate whimper, arching her back and pressing her breasts against my chest. I slip one hand inside her dress, cupping her full, perfect breast.

As I roll her nipple between my fingers, her eyes drift closed, head tilting back.

“Mmm, Colt,” she moans, her voice thick with longing.

I lean in and whisper. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. I can feel it through your panties.” I let my words sink in, savoring the way her body responds to my dirty talk. “You want me inside you, don’t you?”

She nods, eyes still closed, a soft “yes” escaping her lips. A rush of power surges through me.

I scoop her up, my arms wrapping tightly around her legs as she locks them around my waist. Pressing her against the wall, I watch as her fingers cling to my shoulders, her back arching.

I lift her in one fluid motion, my arms wrapping tightly around her thighs. Instinctively, she locks her legs around my waist, clinging to me.

I press her more firmly against the door, the solid wood at her back providing the perfect support. Her body arches, fingers digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to this new position.

The heat of her core presses against me, igniting a primal need within.

The voices outside grow more insistent, but their proximity only fuels my urgency. I lift her skirt, revealing her tiny, soaked panties.

With a wicked grin, I hook my fingers under the fabric, tearing them aside. Her gasp turns into a moan as I position myself against her.

“Hold on tight, baby,” I warn, my voice gruff with lust.

She clings to me as I thrust inside her, filling her completely. Her walls clench around me, her breath hitching. Her heart pounds against mine, her body trembling.

“Fuck,” I groan, my hips driving into hers, over and over. “You feel so good, Autumn.”

“Colt,” she cries out, her nails digging into my skin. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I won’t stop. I can’t stop. I fuck her hard and fast, our bodies slick with sweat as we remain entwined, lost in the heat of the moment.

The threat of being caught only heightens our frenzy, our need for each other all-consuming.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my hands tangled in her hair as I force her to look at me, to see the possession in my eyes. “You’ll never want anyone else but me.”

Autumn moans, her body bucking against mine as I push her over the edge. She tightens around me, her nails digging into my skin as she cries out in ecstasy.

I continue to thrust through her climax, my release building rapidly.

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