Desired By Three Alphas Fated To One (Hailee) novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Lead

Hailee POV

Nathan let out a low, rough sound from somewhere deep in his chest.

Then he turned me around gently but quickly, like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore... like something inside him had finally snapped.

"Hailee..." he breathed, his voice trembling.

His hands slid up my arms, and he pushed my nightwear off my shoulders. The cloth slipped down and dropped to the floor.

Nathan looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was real.

Like he was afraid to blink in case I vanished. His eyes were warm, hungry, and full of need.

Then he moved closer.

He leaned down and put his mouth on my chest, kissing me softly at first. Then his kisses got deeper and slower. His lips felt warm on my skin. I let out a small sound, my body shaking a little.

He kissed the top of my breast and held me gently, like he was scared to hurt me but couldn’t stop touching me.

"Nathan..." I whispered.

He kept kissing me, his mouth warm and careful. My fingers slid into his hair without me thinking about it. My whole body felt hot.

He pulled back a little and rested his forehead on my stomach. His hands held my sides, his fingers shaking.

He breathed in deeply, like he was trying to calm himself.

"Hailee," he whispered, "you don’t know what you’re doing to me..."

He kissed my stomach softly.

Then again.

And again.

His hands slid down to my hips, and he slowly knelt a little, his breath warm on my thighs. He stayed there, trying to control himself, trying not to go too far.

Then—gently, slowly—he parted my thighs and lifted one leg over his shoulder, pressing soft, burning kisses up the inside.

I moaned, and he lowered my leg back onto the bed, arranging my feet flat as he positioned himself directly between my thighs. His head dipped, and when his tongue dragged over my soaked entrance, I thought the world shattered.

"Fuck!" I moaned and felt my eyes roll back as I found his hair and gripped it tightly.

"Hmmmm." Nathan moaned against my thighs and began flapping his tongue in my entrance. I groaned and felt my legs shiver; my whole body trembled.

Nathan’s breath was warm against my skin, his hands gripping my thighs like he was fighting the strongest battle of his life. Every kiss he placed on me sent another wave of heat rolling through my stomach, down my legs, all the way to my toes.

"Nathan..." I gasped, my fingers curling tightly in his hair.

He froze for a second— a deep, shaky breath leaving him.

Almost like he needed to calm himself before he lost control completely.

But then he leaned in again.

Slower. Deeper. More deliberate.

The warmth of his mouth against my inner thighs made my knees weak.

My back arched on its own, my breath coming out in short, desperate sounds I couldn’t hold back.

"Nathan... please..." I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for — only that I wanted more. Needed more.

His hands slid up my hips, firm but careful, holding me like he was scared I might vanish if he wasn’t gentle enough.

He lifted his head, meeting my eyes.

What I saw there almost stole my breath.

Hunger.

Need.

And something so raw, so deep, it almost felt like love flowing out of him and into me.

"I love you," he confessed, and that alone made me go mad...

I pulled him up by his shirt and kissed him hard—so hard that both of us gasped.

His lips, his breath, his hands...

everything about him felt like heat crashing into my skin.

Nathan groaned into my mouth and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, kissing me like he had been starving for this moment.

But the more we kissed...

The more I wanted him.

All of him.

And I knew he wouldn’t take it that far.

So I did something he didn’t expect.

I pushed him lightly, and he fell back onto the bed—not roughly, but with a soft thud that made his eyes widen.

"Hailee..." he breathed, shocked.

I climbed onto him slowly, my knees on either side of his hips, my hands on his chest. His eyes went wide—dark, burning—and his breath caught.

He grabbed my hips instantly.

"Hailee—no," he said, shaking his head, his voice low and trembling. "You know what you’re doing. You know what you’re trying to do."

"I know," I whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck. "And I’m not stopping."

His fingers tightened around my hips like he was trying to physically hold me in place.

"Hailee..." he said again, voice breaking, "you’re pregnant... you can’t— we can’t—"

But I didn’t let him finish.

I kissed him again—slow, deep, and passionate—and he groaned into my mouth, losing the battle instantly.

My hands slid to his waist, then to the tie of his pants.

His breath hitched.

"Hailee... stop," he begged softly—but his hands were still on my hips, still holding me close, still trembling with desire...

"No," I whispered against his lips. "I want you. And I’m not letting you go."

His eyes shut tight for a second, as if the force of my words hurt him in ways he wasn’t ready for.

Then he opened them again...

And the desire there nearly stole the breath from my lungs.

He looked at me like I was the sky he couldn’t reach...

And the fire he couldn’t resist.

"Hailee," he whispered, his voice shaking so badly it almost broke, "if you take one more step... I won’t be able to stop myself."

I leaned closer, my forehead touching his.

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