Page 37 of The Alpha's Shattered Bonds

In one sweeping motion, he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me back against the sturdy oak table. Its cool surface contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from Tyler’s body over mine. The sensation of the solid wood against my skin heightened my awareness, making every inch of him feel even more intoxicatingly warm. He stared at me as if I were the most mouth-watering confection he’d ever put on this table. Which, for all the decadent desserts we’d made right here, really was saying something. He kissed his way down my chest, licking and teasing the swell of my breasts. I gasped, my hands grasping his shoulders as I lost myself to the sensations, feeling my body turn as molten as a chocolate lava cake.

He unclipped my bra, sliding it off, then grasped my wrists, pinning them above my head as he captured my nipple between his lips. I moaned as he tasted and teased my breasts. The combination of his mouth on my breasts and the firm hold he had on me made the feeling build in me.

“Tyler, Tyler.” This time, his name was heavy with need. I wanted more than just his kisses. I was aching for him, to feel him deep inside me.

He let go of me but only to pull off my leggings, bringing my knickers with them. As the fabric slid down my legs and the whisper of material landed on the floor, I felt deliciously bare. The intensity of want in his eyes ignited every part of me. His eyes tracking over my exposed skin had warmth pooling between my legs even before he’d touched me there.

His nostrils flared as he smelled my arousal, and he ran his thumb along my inner thigh, teasingly slow as he bent down. The look he gave was so decadent, his intent on tasting every part of me written there so clearly.

He dove in with fervor, his lips trailing up the soft skin behind my knees, a fiery rush of desire propelling him upward. His movements were frantic and consuming as he reached the apex of my thighs, his body igniting a blaze against my skin. When he kissed that sensitive spot, I groaned, the sound echoing in the silent kitchen—a raw expression of need.

“Tyler,” my voice broke, the word laced with a mix of longing and impatience.

“I’m going to devour you,” he growled, his blue eyes darkening with an insatiable hunger.

True to his word, his mouth devoured me with fierce urgency. His tongue delved deep. A gasp escaped my lips, turning into a moan as I bucked against him, my body a taut wire strumming with need. Each flick and swirl sent ripples of ecstasy surging through me. I felt the world blur around us as sensation overwhelmed my senses, crashing over me like a raging river, pulling me into its depths.

“Please,” I gasped, arching my back and crying out.

Just as I thought I might drown, he surfaced with a devilish smile.

The way he looked at me—a visceral mixture of lust and longing—made my skin prickle with exhilaration. I felt vulnerable yet empowered, this beautiful kind of surrender paired with deep hunger, one perfectly mirrored in Tyler’s expression and body language.

I shot up, needing to feel his skin against mine, and greedily wrenched off his sweater. My fingers roved over his taut, muscled chest—worshipping every hard line of him, down to his flat stomach and the thin trail of dark hair that led lower.

I licked my lips in anticipation of what I wanted to taste, the bulge and feel of him through his jeans driving me wild. Swiftly, I undid his button. The sound of his zipper sent a wave of heady expectation pounding through me. I was hardly able to contain my excitement as his cock sprang free, hard and thick—and right before me. My mouth watered at the sight, and I couldn’t help but grasp him firmly, my thumb gliding over the head and thrilling at Tyler’s sharp intake of breath.

But before I could taste him, Tyler growled, grabbing me and turning me around to face the table. My breath hitched as heparted my thighs and stepped between them, fitting himself against my back. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against my back, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.

“Seraphina,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust, his breath hot against my ear. “I need you.”

With one thrust, he buried himself in me, filling me with his warmth. I gasped as he claimed me, each thrust bringing him deeper and sending shocks of pleasure through me. Instinctively, I rolled back into him with every thrust, pushing him deeper inside. The groan he awarded me with had me quickening our pace as our need climbed together.

His fingers found their way to my clit, and he began to tease, stroking me until I bucked against him, moaning as blinding pleasure built within me. His free hand found its way to my breast, teasing my nipple as he kept up a devastating rhythm with his other hand. My legs felt weak, and I had to plant my hands on the table, straining my arms to stay upright, each thrust of his hips relentless as the sound of skin meeting skin flooded my senses.

The world faded away as we moved together in a rhythm that matched the wild beat of our hearts. Desire cocooned us, thick and intoxicating, building until it engulfed everything. Every doubt fell away as I was swept up in the wonder of us again. As he brought me closer to the edge, all thoughts disappeared, utterly consumed by Tyler. This was how we were meant to be.

“Tyler! Yes!” I cried, my voice rising as a powerful climax tore through me. In a moment, Tyler found his release, too, letting out a guttural cry. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us as Tyler laid his hot cheek against my back, and I collapsed againstthe table, feeling both his panting breath and his racing heart against me.

Gradually, as rational thought returned in the wake of our desire, the first trickle of worry returned to me. I couldn’t help remembering the last time we’d done this together and how, afterward, Tyler had… regretted it. My throat tightened, and I almost didn’t want to move for fear that this exquisite feeling might crumble around us.

When our breaths had steadied, Tyler ghosted his fingers through my hair and peppered kisses down my back before drawing out of me. The absence of him created a fleeting ache, but as he turned me around, it was swiftly eclipsed by the insatiable look in his eyes. He lifted me into his strong arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms encircling his neck.

He was already walking us out of the kitchen. “Where are we going?” I asked, still a little breathless.

His grin was lopsided, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes, but there was an edge to his voice that hinted at a deeper desire. “Your room or mine—I don’t care,” he replied, his words tumbling out with a breathless urgency. “But I’ve nowhere near had my fill of you.” His low voice sent a shiver down my spine, making my toes curl in heady anticipation.

As he mounted the stairs, carrying me effortlessly, a giddy excitement surged through me, desire sparking in my veins. Tyler’s bright blue eyes locked onto mine, still blazing with that primal heat. I could feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal hardening against my ass, sending a thrill through me. In that moment, I didn’t care where we were going; I was consumedby the unrestrained want radiating from him, utterly lost in the intoxicating connection between us.

Chapter Seventeen

Tyler

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle golden rays that painted the room in warm hues. For a fleeting moment, I found contentment in this space, nestled among sweet-smelling sheets that enveloped me in the comforting embrace of familiarity. I hadn’t felt this whole in what seemed like forever.

But as the fragrance of honey lingered in the air, a disconcerting tension crept in, ripping me from my momentary peace. I knew that scent intimately—it was Seraphina’s, as tantalizing as syrup drizzled over warm pancakes or the aroma of honey-crusted pastries fresh from the oven.

I blinked away the remnants of sleep, confusion clouding my mind until reality gradually seeped in. There, beside me, lay Seraphina, her soft black hair cascading over the white pillow. She lay on her side, turned away, revealing the shape of her body beneath the sheets that had slipped down to her waist. My gaze traveled over the smooth curve of her fair skin, the dip of her waist, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept, utterly unaware of the storm brewing within me.

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