Rejecting the Alpha King
The sensation was electrifying, her skin tingling wherever he touched her, and she could barely breathe, barely think, her body reacting on instinct alone.
He leaned down, trailing from her collarbone to her chest, his mouth replacing his hands, his lips closing around one of her nipples sucking, biting gently, and she cried out, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him to her as she leaned back to the cold stone behind her. The wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, made her pulse quicken, and her body trembling, craving for more. His hand moved to her other breast, kneading, his thumb brushing over her nipple, teasing, and she could feel the heat poolin
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