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.

pressure beginning to build up. He must have felt it too because his hand strays to my hardened nipples, rolling them

it for me.

me… I groaned, whining my waist faster to his tongue, until I

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on the bed and immediately, he tosses me around, so

kneel behind me on the bed, kissing my bare butt

wet snatch.

my ears. “I’m sorry for making

positioning his middle finger so that it works on my nub while

his rhythmic pump, feeling that familiar lightheadedness. Then suddenly

he did that when I met his gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked,

nodded, my heart

settles himself between my legs. I caught sight of his maleness and I tried not to shrek. It looked

lined himself at my opening, then leaned forward

same time.

all the way out and slammed. inside of me again with such force that I felt

that hurt?” he asked, removing himself from

i chuckled “It’s just, you

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

chuckled again. “No, of course

lazily resting behind his head. “What are you waiting

his tone only

of him inside of him but when I did,

touch!” I reached for both of his hands and

huskily, taking my nipple that dangled

inside his mouth.

too much, I replied and started moving

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You’re mine!!!

He slips inside me again and 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 to

as our lips met again. He takes it, biting and tugging at my lips, releasing them to look into my hungry eyes. Perhaps to get me to look into his. Then he buried his face in my neck, murmuring how much he loved me. Stroking and pounding

at

turned my whole body, my legs curled against his butt,