Page 73 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

"Look at me," he growls, his voice ragged.

I open my eyes and find his gaze locked onto mine, the intensity of his stare sending a jolt of excitement through me.

"I want to see you when you come," he grunts, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "I want to see that beautiful face of yours when I make you mine."

His words are like a trigger, pushing me over the edge. An orgasm rips through me like a lightning bolt, tearing a cry from my throat. My body convulses, my fingers digging into his as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. His eyes never leave mine, drinking in every reaction, every gasp, every moan. No one’s ever looked at me like that. I know nobody else ever will.

"Colt," I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying out. "I need you to...I need..."

"I know, angel," he murmurs. "I'm gonna give you everything."

His pace quickens then, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. He growls low in his throat, his eyes flickering with an animalistic hunger that sends another surge of desire coursing through my veins.

Then he's there, pressing against me, knot catching at my entrance before he finally pushes through.

The sensation of him expanding inside me is unlike anything I've ever felt before—not even this morning, when he fucked me raw. My body stretches to accommodate him, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat as he fills me completely. His hands tighten on mine, his lips move to my throat, I feel his teeth?—

He bites.

My body explodes with pleasure, like I’m not even in my own skin anymore, flying somewhere high above in the starry sky. The sting of his teeth embedded in my skin, the sensation of him deep inside me, his knot holding us together…it all merges into an overwhelming storm of ecstasy that takes over my senses. The world spins and sparks fly behind my eyelids as I shudder uncontrollably beneath him.

And then he’s moving again—different now, rocking me on his knot as his tongue drags over his bite mark, the root of him pressing somewhere that feels so, so good…

He lets out this breathy, low moan, his voice vibrating against my skin as he licks his mark, a sound of pure satisfaction that sends a pleasant shudder coursing through me. His hand travels up my side, fingers tracing a lazy path over the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak that hardens instantly under his touch.

"Colt," I whimper, my body still quivering from the tremors of pleasure. He's so deep inside me, so intimate. I feel every inch of him, every pulse of his heart against mine.

"Hush now," Colt whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear in a soft kiss. "Just let it happen, angel."

Then he shifts slightly, adjusting our position and leaning onto one elbow so that his cock nudges up against that sweet spot inside me, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. I arch as a quiet moan catches in my throat.

"God..." I gasp, arching off the earth, unable to form any other words.

“Fuck, you are fucking…” he trails off, like he’s just as lost. I manage to open my eyes and see him with his eyes squeezed shut, like he doesn’t want to come yet because it feels too good. “…you’re fuckin’ ethereal, angel. Goddamn religious experience.”

I let out something between a laugh and a moan, the pleasure making me delirious. His praise is sweet, his voice a rough caress. His hand leaves my breast, moving to grip my hip as he begins to move again, slow and rhythmic.

His name is a chant on my lips, a prayer whispered into the night as he thrusts into me over and over again. His knot keeps us locked together, the sensation of him moving within me creating a delicious friction that has my body burning with desire.

"Can't...can't stop..." I pant, my voice breathless. The pleasure is building again, growing with each thrust until it feels like I'm floating. My fingertips dig into his biceps, nails leaving crescent-shaped imprints in his skin. He grunts in response, the sound vibrating against my breasts where they're pressed against his chest.

"I don't want you to stop," he growls, his voice strained with effort. "I want you to come all night, angel. Gonna fuck you through it.”

“Oh God?—”

“Jesus,” he hisses as I clench around his cock. “Magnolia, you’re so fucking beautiful. You feel so fucking good. And you’re…you’re all mine. All fucking mine, I’m never letting you go?—”

His claim sends me spiraling, the climax ripping through me with a force I've never felt before. My muscles tighten around him, my back arches off the ground, and his name tears past my lips. And we’re both whispering it—mine, mine, you’re mine, his bite on my neck singing in tune with mine on his as he fills me with his seed.

And I…I like it. I wasn’t lying to him.

Now that I’ve found him, I don’t want to wait on anything. Sex, love, mating…babies…I want it all.

With a trembling sigh, he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the cool grass. We lay there for a while, panting and gasping for breath, our bodies still connected by his knot as I stare up at the stars and just feel his hard, big body keeping me safe.

His soft growl reverberates through his chest, a gentle rumble that echoes throughout my body. The sound of it is intoxicating, lulling me into a state of blissful tranquility. His hands that had been gripping onto me with such fervor now gently roam my body, fingers tracing over the soft curves and contours as if trying to memorize every inch of me.

I shift beneath him, his knot still locking us together as he continues to throb inside me. It's sweet torture, an erotic pulse that has my body instinctively clenching around him. I whimper, the sound barely audible over the rustling leaves and the soft chirping of the nighttime insects.

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