Page 21 of Midnight Rebel

I shudder with anticipation as he lowers his head, his tongue tracing a path along my inner thigh. He teases me, his hot breath against my skin, making me squirm with need.

When he finally reaches my center, I cry out, the sensation overwhelming.

He licks and sucks, his tongue circling my clit, driving me wild. “You taste so fucking good, Autumn,” he growls, his voice vibrating against me. “I could do this all night.”

I thrust my hips against him, wanting more, needing more. “Colt, please,” I beg, my voice desperate.

He chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through me. “Please, what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I gasp, my body trembling with need. “I want you inside me.”

He groans, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are dark with desire, his lips glistening with my arousal. “I’m going to fuckyou, Autumn,” he says, his voice filled with promise. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll forget your own name.”

He crawls up my body, his hard length pressing against my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, eager to feel him inside me.

“Are you ready for me, Autumn?” he whispers, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m ready.”

He enters me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me completely. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He pauses, giving me time to adjust, his body trembling with restraint.

“Fuck, Autumn,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel so fucking good.”

I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building, growing until I’m on the edge of release.

“Colt,” I gasp, my body trembling. “I’m so close.”

He growls, his body slamming into mine with renewed intensity. “Come for me, Autumn,” he demands, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel you come.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure. He continues to thrust, riding out my orgasm, driving me higher and higher until I’m lost in a sea of sensation.

I’m vaguely aware of his hoarse shout as he finds his release before slumping on top of me.

As we lie there, our bodies entwined, I can’t help but reflect on how much I’ve changed. I’m falling in love with Colt, and it’s complicating everything.

My investigation, my career, my future plans—so much hangs in the balance.

I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, Colt’s steady breathing a comforting rhythm beside me. How can I be a journalist and fall in love with the subject of my investigation?

What will my boss say? What will my readers think?

But how can I deny what I feel for Colt?

Chapter 7

Autumn

A week has passedsince that first night with Colt, and while The Manor’s Gothic grandeur still feels foreign and imposing, being with him has become my new normal.

My clothes hang beside his in the massive wardrobe, and my laptop sits on the antique desk by the window.

I wake to Colt’s arm draped over my waist, his warmth enveloping me. His body fits perfectly against mine, and I remain motionless, savoring the peaceful moment.

As Colt stirs, his breath tickles my neck. His stubble grazes my shoulder, evoking memories of last night’s passion.

He pulls me closer, and I melt into him, the steady rhythm of his heart a comforting presence against my back.

This feels rare and precious. I could easily get used to it.

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