The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 335: Love in the moonlight II

Lyla

"I'm sorry," I managed between sobs. "I'm sorry about how I acted the day Nathan died. I never blamed you for what happened to him. I blame myself more than anything." The tears continued to flow as I clutched his shirt. "I hope we can stop fighting. I need you, Ramsey. I need you so much."

"Shh," he soothed, stroking my hair. "You have me. You've always had me."

"I know," I hiccupped, still crying. "I'm sorry… I am, I swear."

I cried for the longest time, pouring out my pent-up frustrations until I was spent. I sagged against his chest until the tears finally subsided. Ramsey tilted my face up to his. "Is that what's been bothering you? You thought I was angry about Nathan?"

I couldn't tell him the truth—not all of it- so I nodded, letting him believe this simpler explanation.

He brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb. "I could never stay angry with you, Lyla. We've all made choices we regret. What matters is that we're together."

The tenderness in his voice threatened fresh tears. I rose on tiptoe and pressed my lips to his, needing to feel connected to him, to ground myself in something real and true when everything else felt like shifting sand.

His response was immediate and electric. What began as comfort transformed into raw desire as his mouth claimed mine hungrily. His tongue swept inside, tasting, exploring, demanding a response I was eager to give. My body arched against his, fitting perfectly as though we were two pieces of the same whole.

The garden was secluded, hidden by tall hedges and the gathering twilight. Ramsey backed me against the trunk of a flowering tree, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slid beneath my shirt to touch my bare skin. His palm was hot against my waist, fingers splaying possessively over my ribs, just beneath my breast.

"I need you," he growled against my mouth, the words vibrating through me like a physical touch. "Let me make love to you, Lyla."

His lips travelled down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where it met my shoulder. I gasped, my head falling back against the tree trunk as pleasure coursed through me. His hand finally moved higher, cupping my breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak through the thin fabric of my bra.

breathed, my fingers digging into his

tugged at his shirt impatiently, needing to feel his skin against mine. He pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head, then returned to me with

whispered as his hands worked at

he replied, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine. Let

me. He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling

hand supported my weight while the other pushed my shirt up, exposing my skin to the cool night air. His lips followed, trailing fire across my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts. When his mouth closed over one peak through the lace of my

I helped, impatient now, needing to feel him with nothing between us. When he

me,"

such love and desire that it threatened to break me all over again. He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both tender and demanding. Each thrust

pace more urgent. One hand gripped my hip, guiding my movements, while

everything to me," he whispered

of his back, my legs tightening around his waist. The tension built impossibly higher, my body arching against his as I sought

a wave, robbing me of breath, of thought, of everything except the sensation of Ramsey and the pleasure

neck, as he growled my name. I felt

our breathing slowly returning to normal. Ramsey's forehead rested against mine, his

me down, grinning from ear to ear. "There's something about sex in the garden," he murmured, as

I murmured, hitting him playfully. "We've not had a lot of sex these days. We've been

taking a break. I need you alone. No disturbances… just you and me…

red and jabbed his

in comfortable silence, exchanging occasional smiles and gentle touches. As Ramsey helped me smooth my hair back into place, his expression turned

troubling you," he said softly, "know that you can tell me anything. No matter what it