Page 72 of Saddle and Bound

“Alex,” she breathes, her voice thick with longing. “I want you.”

I lean down, my lips tracing a path of kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone.

“You have no idea all the things I want to do to you,princess,” I murmur against her lips, my breath hot and uneven. Even with my mind hazy, I place a special emphasis on the wordprincess. I love teasing her.

Rosie smiles, her eyes sparkling with passion and affection.

“If you don’t follow through,cowboy, you’re going to lose credibility,” she says, with the same emphasis oncowboy.

I let out a low growl.

Her hands trail down my back, leaving fiery paths on my skin. The tenderness, the passion, the mischievous glint in her eyes, she makes me lose control.

I tear away the last remnants of her clothing.

Hell, I’ll buy her all the clothes she wants… if it means I can tear them off every time.

I shed the last of my clothes, leaving us both completely bare, our bodies melting into one another as we revel in the warmth and intimacy of our skin touching, unguarded and alive.

I feel my body responding to hers in ways I’ve never experienced; I’m harder than ever, and she’s already so ready. Rosie lets out a sweet laugh as I cover her with little bites; the sound is like music to my ears.

Rosie’s skin against mine feels like silk, warm and inviting, and her breath mingles with mine, filling the air with unspoken promises.

“Alex,” she whispers, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on my back. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion. “I never could.”

As our bodies move in unison, each touch, each kiss building in intensity, I feel our connection deepen. Every breath, every caress is a tangible expression of our love.

With slow, deliberate tenderness, I slide inside her. The warmth of her breath on my neck, her touch—steady and sure—make me feel whole, at home.

“I was always here, Rosie,” I whisper, my voice barely a breath, heavy with emotion. “Even when I was far away, my heart was always with you.”

I hold her close, feeling every fiber of my being respond to her presence. “I missed you so much,” I say, my voice breaking from the intensity of the moment.

Our lips find each other again in a kiss that’s both sweet and passionate. I'm ready to give her every thrill she wants if it means we get to make love like this before or after.

Each movement is an explosion of sensations that bind us closer. We come together, overtaken by a powerful wave, and then lie still, trembling but connected, for I don’t know how long.

“Rosie,” I murmur, my gaze locked on hers, “I never want to be away from you again. This is our beginning, our future.”

Then, finding the strength to move, I rise… not bothering to clean myself or her.

We’re not done yet.

I place my cowboy hat on her head.

“Now, princess, get ready, because this cowboy is going to fuck you good.”

And then we start fucking for hours in every possible way in that bedroom.

Chapter 44

Rosie

I wake slowly, wrapped in a comforting and familiar warmth. It takes a second to place where I am, but then it all comes into focus: I’m in Alex’s arms, the best place in the world. A sweet ache lingers between my thighs, a wicked reminder of the way my cowboy claimed me with his rough hands, tongue and cock, leaving me trembling and craving more of his untamed heat. I should probably blush… but it felt too good to feel embarrassed.

He was so sweet at first. I don’t think I’d ever really made love before, but now I understand what it means. Then, just as only Alex can, after we reached that perfect peak together—after we held each other as close as humanly possible for who knows how long, after he whispered his vulnerable words, after his tender and reverent touches—he placed his hat on my head and let “Cowboy Alex” take over.

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