Page 20 of Midnight Rebel

Heat floods through me. His palm is rough, strong. It wakes something primal in me. Hungry.

I lean in. My breath catches as he explores higher. Every touch sparks. Tension builds between us. Desire, almost unbearable.

He cups my breast. I gasp when his thumb grazes my nipple. “Is this what you want, Firefly?” Colt’s voice is low.

I moan softly, arching into him. Wanting more. “Yes,” I whisper.

Colt kisses me. Devouring. Demanding. I melt against him. Our bodies press close. His tongue teases mine. I’m breathless, craving more of this intoxicating connection.

His body is hard, strong arms holding me. Every touch, every kiss promises more. Something deeper. Something real. I’m ready to leap, to give in to our fire.

His hands roam my body, tracing every curve and line like sacred ground. I arch into his touch, craving more, wanting to feel every inch of him against me.

He obliges, his body pressing against mine, his hard length grazing my thigh.

His body is hard, strong arms holding me. Every touch, every kiss promises more. Something deeper. Something real. I’m ready to leap, to give in to our fire.

Colt kisses me. Hungry. Demanding. I melt against him. Our bodies press close. His tongue teases mine. I’m breathless, craving more.

I meet Colt’s intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. There’s no going back from here, and the realization thrills and terrifies me.

I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He breaks the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off, revealing a chest sculpted with muscle and marked with scars and tattoos.

Each mark tells a story—a story of pain, of loss, of survival. And I want to hear them all.

He helps me out of my clothes, his touch reverent as he uncovers my body. When I’m finally bare before him, he takes a moment to just look at me, his eyes filled with awe and desire.

“You’re so beautiful, Autumn,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

I reach up, tracing the lines of his tattoos, the ridges of his scars. “And you’re perfect, Colt. Just the way you are.”

He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “I’m far from perfect, Autumn. But with you... I want to be better. I want to be the man you deserve.”

“Colt,” I whisper, my voice trembling slightly. His name on my lips sends a shiver down my spine. “I want this. I want you.”

Colt chuckles, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Good, because after tonight, Firefly, you won’t be going anywhere without me.”

“Is that so?” I tease, my voice shaking slightly. My pulse races as the heat of his body brands me as his. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and my pulse is racing. “You’ve got quite the ego, Mr. Montgomery.”

“Oh, it’s not ego if I can back it up.” Colt leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Because I am claiming you, Firefly. Your heart, your body, every part of you will belong to me.”

My breath comes in quick gasps. It’s fast, this thing between us, but it feels so right. “Is that a promise?”

Colt’s hand cups the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my jawline. “It’s a guarantee,” he murmurs, his voice deep and rich.

I tug at his jeans, eager to have him completely bare. He helps me, kicking them off along with his boxers, revealing his hard, pulsing length.

I reach out, tentatively wrapping my hand around him, feeling him throb in my grip.

“Fuck, Autumn,” he whispers against my lips, his voice rough with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”

He groans, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss. His hands explore my body, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples, making me writhe with pleasure.

He trails kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs.

“Colt,” I gasp as he parts my legs, his eyes locked onto mine.

“I’m dying to taste you,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to make you come with my tongue.”

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