Page 43 of The Alpha's Silent Mate

“The issue, love, isn’t my comfort. It’s yours.”

“I don’t think I’ll want to stop.”

“Because of your dreams?”

“No. Because when you touch me, I never want you to stop,” I murmur as I stretch up to kiss him.

He meets me halfway, kissing me softly before he urges me back to the bed.

Moments later, his hand whispers over the curve of one breast and angles down. His fingers stroke along the skin just below the hem of my shirt, and when I urge his body closer, his hand slips under my shirt and skims up my inner thigh. I part my legs wider and he groans in my mouth when I do.

Just before his fingers brush against my core, he breaks the kiss and stares deep into my eyes.

It’s exactly like the dream down to the moonlight spilling around us, his bare chest, and the dark hunger in his eyes. The only difference between reality and my dream is my shirt, but that’s an easy fix, so I sit up.

“Lexa?” Shay’s brow creases in concern and he pulls his hand away, only stopping when I grip the bottom of my shirt and ease the material over my head.

The material blinds me, so I don’t see his initial reaction, but when I lay back down, his gaze awakens a slow burn in my belly. His eyes sweep over me, growing hotter as they caress my body, lingering at my breasts and the junction of my parted thighs.

“I’m not going to survive this,” he murmurs. “I don’t deserve this.” Now he lifts his head and meets my eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

How can someone want me this much? How can this be real?

I gaze up at him in disbelief that Shay, the most beautiful man in the world, would feel this way about me. His finger brushes against the part of me I’ve dreamt he would touch and kiss. Except now, it’s real.

A single stroke and it’s enough to make me gasp. “Shay.”

He closes one hand around my hip as if to hold me still, and his fingers return.

It’s nothing like my dreams.

I cry out; I writhe under his tender assault as I fight back the pleasure tightening my belly, desperate for him to never stop.

He dips the thick tip of his finger inside me and I moan, a long, needy sound that he echoes with a deep groan of his own. “You’re so responsive, baby,” he murmurs, his breathing as unsteady as mine. His finger slips in deeper and I gasp.

I’m splayed out in front of him, completely open to his gaze. Exposed.

My skin should burn hot with how I must look, but all I do is burn for Shay.

His thumb brushes against the bundle of nerves that makes me gasp and grab for his wrist to hold him there. “Shay,please,” I pant.

I’m grinding myself against his hand, and I can’t make myself stop. It feels too good.

His lips find mine in a desperate kiss, and there’s a new hunger as his tongue plunges into my mouth. He strokes me harder and despite his body pressing me into the bed, my hips rise as I fight him. I’m gasping into his mouth, my body so tense that it’s a wonder I can move at all. I’m so close to the pleasure I could never reach in my dreams.

But it’s there.

Right there.

His finger brushes against that bundle of nerves again, harder than before, and I rip my face from his. My scream echoes all around us as I thrash under him. Nothing exists anymore but this rich wave of pleasure battering all sense, all thought from my mind.

It takes a long time before I can breathe again, much less think.

Slowly, the tension in my body eases and my muscles relax.

I slide my hands over his back, and then I open my eyes, already knowing what I will find: Shay braced on his forearms over me.

For a moment, all I can do is stare at him in shock. “I think you killed me.”

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