Page 30 of Midnight Rebel

With a final, powerful thrust, I empty myself inside her, my body pulsing as I fill her. I lean into her, our foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling as we ride out the aftershocks.

Autumn gazes up at me, her eyes still hazy with satisfaction but glowing with something deeper, more profound. She’s mine now in every way that matters. The look in her eyes tells me she knows it too.

Her smile, soft and genuine, hits me like a sucker punch. A fierce protectiveness surges through me, settling deep in my chest. She’s burrowed her way under my skin, past all my defenses. The intensity of it leaves me momentarily stunned.

The world around us slowly comes back into focus. The distant voices in the hallway have faded, leaving us in a cocoon of silence broken only by our ragged breathing.

I’m still buried deep inside her, neither of us willing to break this intimate connection yet.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes bright with lingering pleasure and something deeper, more profound.

Autumn nods, a soft smile playing on her lips. “More than okay,” she whispers. “That was intense.”

I huff a laugh. “Intense is one word for it.” I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. “But we’re not done yet, Firefly. Not by a long shot.”

Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, I slowly withdraw from her, savoring the way her body clings to mine. She whimpers at the loss, her legs trembling as I set her down.

I keep one arm around her waist, supporting her as she finds her footing.

“Turn around,” I command, guiding her to face the wall. “Hands flat against the surface.”

Autumn complies, her breath hitching as she assumes the position. I take a moment to admire the view—her skirt bunched around her waist, her perfect ass on display, her entrance glistening with our combined arousal.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, running my hands down her sides. I lean in, pressing my chest against her back, my lips brushing her ear. “I’m going to take you again, Autumn. Harder this time. Deeper. I want you to feel me with every step you take for days.”

She shivers, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against me.

I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance once more. With one powerful thrust, I’m inside her again. Autumn cries out, her fingers scrabbling against the door for purchase.

I set a punishing pace, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, along with our combined scent.

I lean forward, my chest pressed against her back, one hand snaking around to find her clit.

“You feel so good, Autumn,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “So tight, so perfect.”

She whimpers, her hips meeting mine in a desperate dance, chasing her release. “Colt,” she gasps. “I’m close.”

She tenses, her inner muscles pulsing and quivering as her orgasm continues to build. I press my lips to her ear, my voice a low growl. “Come for me, Autumn. Let me feel you come.”

Her body shudders, her climax crashing over her like a wave. She cries out, her inner walls pulsing around my cock, drawing me deeper into her. The sight of her pleasure, the sound of her cries, pushes me over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, I come undone, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm.

I hold her tightly against me, my body shaking with the force of my release. Our breaths mingle, our hearts pounding in sync as we come down from the high.

Slowly, gently, I pull out of her, turning her to face me. I scoop her into my arms, carrying her to a nearby chaise lounge.

As I lay her down, I marvel at how beautiful she looks—her skin is flushed, her hair is disheveled, and she looks thoroughly satisfied.

She curls into me, her head resting on my chest. “That was—” She trails off, seeming unable to find the right words.

I chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, it was.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, but I feel the slight tension in Autumn’s body. Something is on her mind.

“What is it, Firefly?” I ask gently, running my fingers through her hair.

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