Page 59 of Rejected By the Alpha

“As long as you get us home in one piece so you can take it off me, I suppose I’ll allow the ogling,” I replied.

“Hmmm,” he said. “Actually, I think I want to leave it on.”

I raised my eyebrows, grinning in anticipation of what he had planned.

When he pulled into the driveway, he opened my door, but before my feet could touch the ground, he picked me up.

“It’s customary for the groom to carry his bride across the threshold,” he pointed out.

“Something tells me you just wanted an excuse to hold me.”

“That, too,” he smirked.

As he opened the door, he kissed my lips deeply. I closed my eyes, lost in his touch, and when I opened them, I found myself in our bedroom.

He set me down, and I immediately moved to unhook my dress.

“No,” he said, staying my hands. “I meant it. I want you to leave it on. For now.”

“Yes, sir.”

I climbed onto the bed, allowing my dress to splay out around me as I watched him remove his clothes.

“You look like an angel,” he said.

I bit my lip as he leaned over me, trailing his hands up under my dress to remove my underwear.

“I’d be anything for you,” I told him.

“All I want you to be is yourself.”

My breathing hitched as his hands traced the most intimate parts of my body, sending shivers through me as electricity tingled and crackled in my ears.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Leah.”

His head disappeared under my dress, and I moaned as his tongue brushed against my inner thigh. He moved steadily toward my center as my fingers squeezed the bedspread underneath me. With practiced movements, he teased me before resurfacing.

“Still doing alright in that dress?” he asked.

“I’d be doing a lot better if you would stop teasing me and let me make love to my mate,” I replied.

I sat up, tracing his muscles and scars with my fingers as I watched his eyes close in rapture. “Get on the bed,” I told him.

He lay down, and I straddled him, fanning my dress off to the side as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. He gripped thefabric of my dress at my waist, pulling me firmly onto him with a satisfied groan.

“Leah,” he whispered.

I ground up and down, sliding him in and out of me without hurrying. After all, we had the rest of our lives together.

“I love you, Killian,” I said.

“I need you,” he replied. “All of you.”

Without halting my movements, I reached behind me and unzipped my gown. Once it was undone, Killian lifted it over my head and tossed it aside, returning his hands to my body.

Our pace intensified as we both became overwhelmed by the growing urge to bring the other person to their release. Killian’s selflessness won out, and I felt my body wracked with the intensity of my climax. As he joined me in ecstasy, a feeling of completeness washed over me.

The profoundness of what Killian and I had was at the forefront of my mind as he held me in his arms.

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