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.

fingers digging into

his head, then returned to me with renewed hunger. My hands explored the hard planes of

whispered as his hands worked at the fastening of my

with desire. "You're mine. Let them all

a thrill through me. He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist,

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

the barriers between us. I helped, impatient now, needing to feel him with nothing between us. When he finally pushed inside me, we both froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of

me," he

move, setting a rhythm

him deeper. His breathing grew ragged, his pace more urgent. One

everything to me," he whispered fiercely.

emotion in his voice pushed me closer to the edge. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the muscles of

came, it crashed over me like a wave, robbing me of breath, of thought, of everything except the sensation of Ramsey and the pleasure spiralling through my core. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my cries

movement breaking as he buried his face in my neck, as he growled my name. I felt his release,

long moments, our bodies trembling with aftershocks, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

"There's something about sex in the

hitting him playfully. "We've not had a lot of sex these

this is over, we're taking a break. I need you alone. No disturbances… just you and me… and…" he

jabbed his

silence, exchanging occasional smiles and gentle touches. As Ramsey helped me smooth

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