Page 111 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

He shifts, scooping his arm around my waist to lower me to my back—then his body is hovering over mine, one arm bracing against the mattress, the other sliding beneath the hem of my nightgown, slow and reverent. His breath shudders against my lips, like he’s holding himself back, like he’s still giving me a chance to change my mind.

Like he doesn’t know Ineedthis just as much as he does.

I tug at his shirt, my nails scraping lightly over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles twitch beneath my touch. “Off,” I murmur against his mouth.

His breath hitches.

Then, without hesitation, he grips the back of his shirt and yanks it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

The moonlight kisses over his bare skin, highlighting every silver line of him, the scars I’ll get to know like my own body, the mysterious tattoos we can interpret together. My heart slams against my ribs, heat curling hot and sweet beneath my skin as he settles between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans.

Colt groans, dropping his forehead against mine, his hands framing my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones like he’s memorizing me. “Angel,” he rasps, his voice thick with need.

I tip my head back, letting my thighs fall open around him, welcoming him closer, heat pooling between us. “I’m yours.”

His mouth crashes into mine, his hands gripping my hips, his body pressing against me, and I know—tonight, there’s no more waiting.

Tonight, we take back what was always ours.

Our lips part as he kisses his way along my jaw, down my throat. One big hand tugs down my nightgown to take my breast into his mouth…and it feels out of control, incredible, like this is the one thing I’ve needed for weeks. I clutch his head to my breast, gasping, and he uses his free hand to gently cover my mouth and look up at me.

“Gotta be quiet, angel,” he smirks.

Then he starts touching me again…tasting, teasing, making his way lower.

I’m not wearing anything underneath my nightgown, my pussy already wet with slick from the full moon, my heat sneaking up on, overwhelming me. He puts both hands on my thighs and slides them to my hips, baring me to him. Colt makes a deep, approving noise low in his throat, lips parting.

"God, you're perfect," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. His palms glide up and down my thighs, spreading them apart as he lowers his head, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. His tongue teases me, circling around my clit before delving into my heat. I grip the sheets beneath me, biting my lip to keep from crying out as he devours me, drinking me in like a man starved.

“Hush, angel,” he growls against my pussy. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

Then he slips his fingers inside me and presses against my g-spot.

Tension coils low in my belly as he works me over with his mouth, his fingers curling inside me as I arch against him. Pleasure ripples through me, so intense that it leaves me shaking. I can feel myself clenching around him, the heat building and building until I can't hold back anymore.

The orgasm hits me hard, making me see stars. My body convulses against him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. And through it all, Colt doesn't let up. He continues his worship of my body, coaxing me through the aftershocks as I tremble beneath him. His mouth leaves a trail of heated kisses up my stomach, over the swell of my breasts until he’s hovering over me again.

His eyes are dark with lust as he gazes down at me. “You okay?” he asks, his voice rough.

I can only nod in response, still caught up in the blissful haze. He smiles then, a slow, intimate smile that promises more.

He shifts his weight onto one elbow and reaches down to undo his jeans. The sound of his zipper is loud in the silence, making my heart race in anticipation. His cock springs free, resting on my belly, then dragging down to nudge at my entrance. I can see the tension in his muscles as he fights for control.

I reach up to grip the back of his neck, finding those beautiful blue eyes.

“Fuck me, mate,” I whisper. “Knot me.”

He reaches up to drag his knuckles down my cheek, brow furrowed. “You sure?”

“When have I ever asked you for something I didn’t want?” I ask. “When it comes to you…Iknow, Colt. I think I’ve always known."”

His expression softens, a tender smile curving his lips. He leans in to kiss me again - slow and sweet, cherishing every touch, basking in the moment with me. "Then I'm yours, angel," he murmurs against my mouth.

With a gentle push, he eases into me. I gasp, my back arching off the mattress as he fills me slowly. His grip on my hips is firm but careful, waiting for my body to adjust to his size. Our gazes lock together, trapped in the intimate connection we share.

Pleasure courses through me as he slides deeper, taking him in inch by devastating inch. His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the sensation of being enveloped in my warmth. My hands explore his back, tracing the ripple of muscles beneath his skin, cherishing the feeling of him against me. His knot bumps against my entrance, but I’m so wet it almost slides right in.

“Not yet,” he growls in my ear. “Wanna make you come again before I’m locked in.”

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