Page 23 of Rescuing Rebel

“You undo me.” His voice turns rough and ragged, filled with emotion he’s still trying to process.

I smile, leaning in to steal another quick, soft kiss. “Likewise,” I murmur against his lips, both of us still caught in the heady afterglow of our shared moment.

Ethan claims my mouth again. Our breaths mingle as we give in to desire. His strong hands grasp me fiercely even as his lips devour mine. I relish his struggle and the way his restraint snaps.

We come together like the sea meeting the shore—natural, primal, and destined. The crashing waves and crying gulls fade until only this man fills my senses, and I’m completely and utterly lost in him.

I never want this magical moment to end.

We break apart, panting, knowing we crossed a line. It’s one I can’t put back. I unlocked his passion, and he’ll never be satisfied with just one taste.

I’ll never be satisfied with just one taste.

The rough texture of his stubble grazes agonizingly against my skin, causing a tender and raw burn. Every slight movement of his lips down my neck ignites with promise, feeding a fire deep within me. My head tilts back, surrendering to the intoxicating trail of fervent kisses that blaze a path to my collarbone.

The warm gust of his breath teases the vulnerable hollow of my throat, and my skin erupts in a wave of goosebumps, each one a testament to the potency of his touch. Every cell in my body screams for more, craving more.

Needing more.

And then, his lips find mine again. The world blurs, the connection so electrifying that my knees buckle beneath me. Desperate for support, my fingers dig into the solid expanse of his shoulders, anchoring me to the tempest that is Ethan Blackwood.

The stroke of his tongue turns my heart into a raging beast, hammering against my ribcage like a caged animal taking flight for the first time.

I’m in trouble if a mere kiss can unravel me so completely. Pulling back, his gaze ensnares mine, revealing a vast and perilous landscape of emotions and desire he awakens in me. With nothing more than the press of his lips and the touch of his hands, he lights a fire in the deepest parts of me, eliciting desires I didn’t even know existed.

This man poses a danger greater than any threat I’ve faced before.

I’ve played the seductress too many times to count, always with an armored heart and my emotions safely locked away, but one blistering kiss from this man and the impenetrable walls I’ve built around my heart show their first cracks. The foundation beneath me trembles.

For the first time, I stand on the brink of welcoming a stranger into the most vulnerable parts I’ve always kept hidden from the outside world. The thought of letting him in, of truly seeing me, absolutely terrifies me.

NINE

Ethan

Rebel is incredible.She fits in my arms as if made for me. Her luscious lips and tantalizing tongue stiffen my cock and make me ache in the best possible way.

Her sultry gaze does things to me, shattering the last vestiges of my restraint. A guttural groan escapes me. I’m too weak to fight this insane and crazy attraction. She’s a visceral ache twisting my core.

I’m frozen in place, speechless before this mysterious siren who reduces me to sheer base instinct. In her arms, nothing exists but euphoria and an all-consuming hunger to dominate, claim, and control. Here, my principles turn to ash, burned up in blistering desire.

I’m lost.

Right or wrong no longer matters, only having her again. Tasting her…

Consequences be damned, I’m tired of resisting this attraction. I’m tired of fighting this raw need consuming me. I react on impulse alone, and that impulse urges me to rut and fuck.

When we part—both breathless—her burning eyes promise ecstasy.

I explore her feminine curves and run the pad of my thumb over her nipple. Rebel hisses and closes her eyes. She curls in her lower lip, and the tip of her tongue darts out.

“We can stop at any time.” I provide her with an out.

“If you stop, I’m going to kill you. Fuck me like you mean it. Hard. Fast. Brutal. Soft. Slow. Sensual. Punish me, or don’t. Force me, or not. However you want me, I don’t care. All I ask is that you make me scream.”

“You don’t want me to lose control. I’m hanging on by a thread.”

“That’s exactly what I want.” Her fingers curl around my hard length, stroking over the fabric of my jeans until my knees tremble and my breath catches. “Take what you need from me. Are you the kind of man who can?”

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