The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

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He silenced me with another kiss, this one softer, sweeter. His hands framed my face as if I were the most precious thing in the world. When we parted, his eyes shone with unshed tears of his

own.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, and the corner of my mouth. Give us another chance. Let me prove to you that nothing will tear us apart this time.”

He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. I tumbled onto the soft mattress – it had been a garden bench last time. He came to lie next to me as he started kissing me softly again.

His teeth graze my jaw, running his wet tongue down my throat, sucking at the place where hist mark was once. His breathing drags as his hands move to my robe again, slowly undoing the knot I had on.

He yanks the knot loose and parted my robe both ways so I lay naked before him. He runs his hands through the space between my breasts, down to the arch of my woman’s core. I suck in a hard breath arching against him.

I kissed him harder, letting my hands slide to his pants, rubbing him at the tent that had formed there, earning a darkened gaze from him and swallowed grunts. Then he grabs my chin with both hands and ravages my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, he stops kissing me and resumes sucking my throat again – making loud suckling noise as his tongue swirled around his faded mark. Then he drags his tongue to the space between my breasts running them along the ridge of my mould, expertly avoiding my strained buds.

I squirmed with want and impatience, wishing he would just swallow my engorged bud. Instead, he slides his tongue down my stomach, swirling his tongue around my belly button.

Then he starts to kiss my centre. He moves his tongue so meticulously, grazing my skin with his beard. I moaned clasping his head.

He chuckles, raising his head to look at me. His eyes were shining

“I almost lost an eye there, Miss Woodland.”

With amusement.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, averting my eyes. “I’m sorry, I murmured.

“This is no time for modesty, Lyla,” he murmured, lowering his head as he went back to kissing the walls of my thighs. He begins to eat me out, swirling his tongue up and down

my slit.

again. I felt the pressure beginning to build up. He must have felt it too because his hand strays to my hardened nipples, rolling them in between his hands.

it for me.

groaned, whining my waist faster to his tongue, until I started shivering,

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immediately, he tosses me around, so I was lying on

second, I could feel him unbuckling his pants. Then he comes to kneel behind me on the bed, kissing

wet snatch.

wet?” he murmured into my ears. “I’m sorry for making you

second finger, positioning his middle finger so that it works on my nub while his thumb and index finger work their way in

rhythmic pump, feeling that familiar

gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice

my heart

lips once more. He spins me forward and settles himself between my legs.

lined himself at my opening,

same time.

slides in. He slid all the way out and slammed. inside of me again with such force that I felt him literally in my womb. I

that hurt?” he asked, removing

i chuckled “It’s just, you were too fast

kiss on my shoulders. “Should I stop?” Then he

chuckled again. “No, of

back, his hands lazily resting behind his head. “What are you waiting for?” he

tone only fuels

but when I did, his hands immediately came around my waist, rocking himself from below. His

for

huskily, taking my nipple that dangled in his

inside his mouth.

much, I replied and started moving up and down him. Suddenly, he flips

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You’re mine!!!

begins to stroke me. I could feel every rushing sensation as his length throbbed inside me, his fingers rubbed at my nub while he continued

me to look into his. Then he buried his face in my neck, murmuring how much he loved me. Stroking and pounding me into craziness, groaning in my ears, lifting his head to look at me, taking my lips in his, moaning in my mouth,

his pace. “Look at me!” he growled

whole body, my legs curled against his butt, with him still buried