Page 17 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

“Yes.” She trailed her fingers up and down my back.

I shuddered under her soft touch.

Our gazes locked, and the gravity of this moment hit me.

I was about to make love to Summer. My dream girl. My Mate.

Gently, I pushed into her warm center, a quiet groan escaping me. Her blue eyes met mine as I slowly slid into her, inch by inch.

“Gabriel,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing red with pleasure.

“Summer.”

It was amazing the amount of weight our names could carry on each other's lips.

When I was almost fully inside of her, Summer flinched and I immediately stopped.

“Are you all right, baby?” I asked, searching her face for any signs of distress.

“Yes,” she assured me. “I need you to move, Gabriel. Please. Now.” There was an impatience in her tone that caused a pleasurable thrill to shoot down my spine.

I began to pump slowly in and out of her. Nothing had ever felt this good before. She was soft, wet, and warm. Summer was perfect. She was made for me.

“You feel…wonderful,” I breathed out and leaned down to press my lips against hers.

I kissed her deeply, our mouths opening, and my tongue darted out to move with hers.

Her taste was indescribable. It was the most addictive flavor in the world. I couldn’t get enough.

Summer's thighs began to shake below me, and her lower lip trembled.

Watching her experience pleasure was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Since we were connected by the bond, her pleasure was my own.

With my right thumb, I rubbed her clit and my left hand reached up to palm her breast. My warm hand cupped her soft skin, then pinched her hard nipple.

“Oh, Gabriel,” she whispered and scratched her nails down my back. “Don’t stop. I’m close already.”

“Me too, baby.”

We let out simultaneous moans.

Black dots scattered before my eyes, and I increased my speed, thrusting my hips faster, marveling at the feeling of her tight center.

“Summer, I’m going to…”

Before I could finish my sentence, she whispered my name, and her eyes went wide. Summer experienced her climax through her whole body. Her head was thrown back, her hands were grasping my blanket, and when I glanced behind me, her feet were pointed.

Beautiful.

Watching Summer come was the most alluring thing I’d ever seen.

As I gazed down at my Mate, her walls tightened around me, grasping my dick almost painfully. An orgasm ripped through me, a strangled, primal yell coming from deep within me.

“Summer,” I gasped out as I came inside of her.

We rode out our climaxes, never looking away from each other.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath, and coming down from my high. I reached for Summer’s hand and grasped it, still wanting to be connected in this small way.

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