Page 15 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

Her eyes glanced over at the painting I had purchased the day after her attack and hung above my bed. It reminded me of her, and I wanted it to be the first thing I saw when I woke up and the last thing I looked at before I went to sleep.

“What's your favorite color, Gabriel?”

Her question threw me for a loop, but I recovered quickly.

“Gold. And yours is green. You told me in eighth grade at lunch one day,” I answered. “I never forgot because I have green eyes.” I grinned.

Her pupils dilated, and she grasped the waistband of my sweatpants and drew me closer.

“Come here,” she said.

Our lips crashed together. This kiss was demanding, wild, and out of control. Soon, our breathing became labored and erratic. I couldn't get enough of this girl. With my mouth still on hers, I trailed my hand down to her breast and cupped her through the fabric of her tank top.

“Yes, Gabriel,” she moaned. “More.”

I grinned at the demanding tone in her voice. Kneading her left breast, I used my other hand to grip her hip, pressing our bodies against each other.

I brought my mouth to her ear, rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger.

“Can I make you feel good?” I murmured, then nipped her ear playfully.

“Yes, Gabriel. Touch me. Please, make me feel good.”

I kissed my way down her neck, giving extra attention to the marks I left on her skin.

Summer sat up slightly and pulled her tank top off. Hot desire ran through me as I stared at her breasts. Flashing her a wicked grin, I took her right nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

She shivered underneath me, her hands threaded through my hair, and she yelled my name.

I lifted my head and grinned.

“Although I love to hear my name on your lips, we have to be quiet. My parents are asleep,” I reminded her.

Her cheeks reddened.

I cupped her warm cheek and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” She smiled self-consciously and giggled.

“Never apologize for screaming my name, baby,” I said and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to her lips. Then, I dragged her skirt off, revealing her long legs and blue panties.

“Gorgeous,” I muttered, then looked back up at her. “Can I finger your pretty pussy?”

This made her eyes widen and her hips buck.

“Yes, Gabriel. Please.”

I peeled off her underwear and swallowed when she was completely naked.

“Wow,” I murmured, taking in every single inch of her body.

With my eyes on hers, I slid one finger into her warm center and used my thumb to rub her hard bundle of nerves.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened in a silent moan. Summer’s cheeks were flushed, her dark hair spilled across my pillow, and her expression was one of blissful pleasure.

She scratched her nails down my back, and her lips trembled.

Slowly, I pumped my finger inside of her and reached up to play with one of her breasts. Just from the way her breathing increased, I could tell she was already close to coming apart.

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