The Alpha Who Never Loved Me (Serena and Kieran) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Serena

His mouth was hot and demanding and I stopped thinking.

Whatever had been in that drink tore through my bloodstream like wildfire, burning away every wall I’d built over the past months. My hands found his chest and instead of pushing him away, my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer.

He groaned against my lips. A guttural sound I hadn’t heard from him in so long that it shot straight through me and pooled between my thighs.

His hands moved from my face to my neck, down my shoulders, and then lower. He palmed my breasts. through the towel and I gasped into his mouth. His thumbs dragged across my nipples and my back arched, pressing myself harder into his grip.

“Kieran-”

Hegripped the towel off me.

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It hit the floor and cool air rushed over my bare skin but it did nothing against the heat pouring off him. He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed and I fell back as his body covered mine.

I didn’t want to admit it.

I had missed him. The weight of him on top of me, his hands rough and possessive on my skin, the way he kissed me like he was starving.

And the way he was gripping me now, told me he’d been starving too.

I didn’t want to think about that.

He kissed down my throat, my collarbone, took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. I grabbed a fistful of the sheets, my hips grinding up against him.

He didn’t stay there.

His mouth dragged down my stomach, over my hip bone, along my inner thigh. He settled between my legs, his shoulders forcing my thighs wide apart, and pressed his month flat against my pussy.

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My whole body jerked off the bed.

His tongue slid through my folds slowly but deliberately, and I choked on a moan. He licked me like he had all

night, like he wanted to taste every inch of me, and when he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, my hand shot down and grabbed his hair.

“Stay still.” His voice vibrated against me.

I couldn’t.

I ground myself against his face, pulling his hair, and he growled against my pussy, the vibration sending a shockwave through my entire body.

He pinned my hip with one hand and fucked me with his tongue until my thighs were clamped around his head and I was shaking.

I came so hard my vision went white. The cry that tore out of me didn’t sound like my own voice.

Before the aftershocks faded, I shoved him onto his back and he let me. His eyes were black, chest heaving, mouth yet, I yanked his pants down and wrapped my fingers

around his cock.

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He was thick, hard, and heavy in my hand. I stroked him once, base to tip, and his jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind.

I lowered my mouth over him and took him deep, tongue flat against the underside, and his hand immediately fisted in my wet hair.

“Look at me.”

I looked up with his cock between my lips.

His grip tightened. “You have no idea what you do to me.’ His voice was wrecked, destroyed. “Months. I’ve been losing my fucking mind.”

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder and he cursed, his hips snapping up, pushing himself deeper into my throat.

“Don’t stop.” His thumb traced my cheekbone while I took him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I worked him with my mouth and my hand until his breathing shattered and the fist in my hair was trembling and his cock was throbbing against my tongue.

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He pulled me off and flipped me onto my back in one motion.

He drove into me before my next breath.

My back arched off the mattress and a scream tore from my throat. He was so thick and the stretch after months of nothing burned, my walls clenching around his cock, trying to adjust. His forehead dropped against mine.

“Breathe.” He pulled back and slammed in again, deeper.

“Breathe for me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass, pulling him in. He hooked his arm under my knee, spread me wider, and hit a spot so deep my nails. raked down his back hard enough to draw blood.

He hissed. “Again.”

I clawed down his spine and he fucked me harder, the headboard cracking against the wall with every thrust.

There was nothing gentle about this. He drove into me like he was trying to ruin me, each stroke punishing and desperate and raw. I came with his name ripping from my

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throat and he swallowed the sound with a bruising kiss, his cock still pounding into me through every wave.

He didn’t let me recover.

He pulled out, lifted me off the bed, and pinned me against the wall. My legs locked around his waist, my back pressed against the cool plaster, and he slid his cock back inside me from below, filling me completely. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me up like I weighed

nothing.

“Hold on to me.”

I gripped his shoulders. He buried his face in my neck and thrust upward, the angle hitting deeper, and I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“Let me hear you.” He pulled back to look at my face. “Don’t hide from me.”

I stopped biting. I let him hear every moan, every filthy sound, every wrecked version of his name that fell out of me while he fucked me against that wall.

He carried me to the table without pulling out. Set me on

the edge, bent me forward until my cheek pressed against

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the wood, and pushed back into me from behind.

I gripped the far edge of the table. His fist closed in my hair, pulling my head back, and his other hand pressed against my lower back, pinning me flat.

“You’re mine.” He said possesively. “Say it.”

“No.”

He pulled almost all the way out. Then slammed his cock back into me so hard my toes curled off the ground.

My legs buckled. I cried out. He did it again. And again. Pulling back to the tip and driving home until the table scraped across the floor and I was trembling, my pussy clenching around him with every thrust.

“Say it, Serena.”

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