The Alpha's Smutty Library
Saint Scarletta little less conversation a little more touch my bodyi love touching myselfimmersed in his silent lovethe scent that made him mine
“You didn’t seem to mind the inappropriateness last night. Not when you were falling apart on my fingers in the back of my car, sobbing my name like I owned you.”
A visible shiver ran through her. Her thighs pressed together. I smiled against her ear.
“Married woman,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “waking up naked in an Alpha’s bed with another man’s ring still on her finger. Bold choice. I like it.”
“I’m not—” she started, voice breathy, but I cut her off by trailing my fingers down her side, settling possessively on her waist. She fit perfectly there, as if she had been made for my hands.
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