Page 59 of Saddle and Bound

I never thought I’d be so drawn to a guy this sweet.

“Oh, I’m going to make you regret that, princess”, he says, laughing at my last playful remark.

And there’s my cowboy again.

Which version do I like best? Do I really have to choose?! Alex is perfect in every way.

He bites down on the curve of my shoulder… and a tingling shiver runs all the way down my spine, reaching the tips of my fingers. I can’t hold back a moan.

“That’s it, princess, I want to hear you when you like it,” he whispers, rewarding me with another bite. Meanwhile, he slowly starts to ease himself between my legs, nudging forward to let me get used to him… and I can already tell this will be incredible.

“Oh God, Rosie… you’re going to kill me,” he says, his voice so husky it doesn’t even sound like him. I cling to him, too overwhelmed to say anything, already lost in sensation. I dig my nails in a little too deep, but he doesn’t complain.

Then, he slides fully inside, and we start finding our rhythm. His body blends completely with mine, and nothing has ever felt more right. I’ve never felt more complete, more alive.

Alex is perfectly fitted to me, and he moves with the skill of someone completely aware of his own body, like no one else has done with me before. And combined with the words he whispers in that broken voice, it’s enough to drive me crazy.

“Yes, baby, just like that.”

“Oh God, you’re perfect.”

“I’ll never get enough of this.”

I don’t know if he truly believes these things or if it’s just the heat of the moment... but it has a profound effect on me.

And he keeps moving, kissing me, touching me everywhere, like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

His skin is warm and solid under my hands, and every touch feels like worship.

Our hands intertwine, and together we reach the end of this dance, overwhelmed by a storm that leaves us still, close, holding each other tight, completely spent.

Chapter 32

Alex

I wake up slowly, feeling a bit dazed at first. The first sensation I register is being entangled with a warm body... the most pleasant feeling ever. I don't open my eyes yet, wanting to savor this moment of pure sensation. Her steady breath tickles my neck, her hair brushes my cheek, her fingers delicately rest on my skin. It's incredible how perfectly she fits against my body, as if we were molded for each other.

Rosie.

Immediately, a foolish smile spreads across my face.

I breathe deeply, and her perfume mingles with the scent of grass and earth beneath us. Only now do I begin to feel the coolness of the evening air on my skin. I focus on every point where our bodies touch: her leg intertwined with mine, her hip pressed against mine, her warm breath caressing my chest. I've never felt so at peace, so complete.

I don't think I've ever slept so deeply in my life... and I don't even know for how long.

Finally, I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is the sky above us beginning to take on the colors of sunset. A moment of pure panic courses through my body like an electric shock. Shit. We fell asleep. We haven't set up the tents yet, we haven't dried off, I haven't started a fire. The panic grows when I feel Rosie's skin under my fingers and try to gauge how she feels. Will Rosie be cold? Yesterday evening she was cold even when completely dry and in front of the fire. I bite my lip, angry with myself. I should have been more responsible, thought about the consequences. Instead, I let myself get carried away by the moment, by desire, by happiness, and now Rosie might get sick because of me. I watch her sleep, so peaceful and trusting in my arms. She put her trust in me, and what did I do? I left her sleeping on damp grass while the sun sets. What kind of idiot am I? I was supposed to protect her, take care of her, especially after what we shared. Instead, I was selfish, lost in my pleasure and happiness. Her hand moves slightly on my chest, and guilt mixes with a wave of tenderness so strong it almost hurts. I can't let her get cold. I have to wake her, even though I hate the idea of interrupting her peaceful sleep. We need to set up camp before it gets completely dark, find a sheltered spot, light a fire. I need to make up for my mistake. "Rosie," I whisper softly, stroking her hair. Her body presses even closer to mine, seeking warmth, and my heart clenches. "Little one, we need to wake up."

The sun continues to sink toward the horizon, and with it, the air temperature. Every passing second increases my anxiety, but at the same time, I can't help but lose myself in the sensation of her body against mine, in the way she clings to me in her sleep, in the total trust she shows. It's a contradiction that drives me crazy: the desire to protect her and the wish to never move from this perfect moment.

But I must be responsible. I must be the man she deserves, one who knows how to take care of her, not just lose himself in passion. I gently caress her back, trying to wake her in the gentlest way possible. "Rosie, love, it's getting dark. We need to set up camp."

Among all these fears... for a moment, I remain still, trying to determine if it was all real or just an incredibly vivid dream.

I stare at Rosie sleeping beside me. Her face is serene, her hair spread across the grass like a copper waterfall. It's real. It's all real.

I still can't believe what happened between us. It was... there are no words to describe it. Wonderful, incredible, magical - none of these do justice to what I felt.

Never in my life have I experienced such a deep, intense connection with someone. It wasn't just physical - though that was extraordinary - it was as if our souls had touched. As if, for a moment, we had become one.

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