The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 535

The Roque–4a Fenole Alpha

Chapter 535

Snowflakes

“Cupid, I don’t… I don’t think we can…” I protested weakly against his lips.

Finished

He paused and drew back just enough to search my eyes. Tension crackled between us, thick and electric. I swallowed hard, unable to read what was going on in his mind.

Without a word, he reached for the towel wrapped around me and slowly tugged it free. It slipped down my body and pooled at my feet.

His gaze stayed locked on my face for a long moment, steady, reassuring, before drifting lower to my breasts.

Under that intense stare, I swallowed again, breath catching as I wondered what he would do next. His eyes continued downward, pausing briefly at the faint scar on my stomach before returning to mine.

“I want to make love to you,” he murmured, voice low and deliberate, like a warning that once he started, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

I swallowed hard, searching his eyes.

“Cupid…”

He silenced me with his lips, covering mine before I could finish. His arms circled me tenderly, carefully, as though I might shatter in his hold.

The kiss deepened, hungry and consuming. He pulled back only to trail his mouth down my neck, lips circling one nipple, drawing a shiver and a soft moan from me.

Senses blurred. I reached for his shirt, tugging it urgently over his head. He broke the kiss just long enough to let it fall, then locked eyes with me again, raw lust heavy between us.

I swallowed, palms spreading across his solid chest, craving the warmth of his skin. I’d missed this, missed him, so desperately. Suddenly, I couldn’t get enough.

“Hug me,” I demanded, voice helpless with need.

He responded instantly, kicking off his trousers and stepping free of them, completely bare before me. In one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging tight.

My chest pressed to his, soft breasts against hard muscle. I breathed shakily as thrill raced down my spine.

Cupid carried me back into the bathroom, pressing my back gently against the cool tiled wall. He reached past me and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded over us.

His eyes held mine for a heart–stopping second. I pulled back slightly, lips hovering over his.

I felt him shift. positioning himself, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance. My body trembled in his grip as he eased forward.

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“Cupid”

“Relax,” he whispered against my lips, gaze steady and reassuring. “Relax and let me.”

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He pushed in, slow, deliberate, stretching me. He filled me completely, widening walls that had tightened in his absence.

My eyelids fluttered shut at the overwhelming sensation. A tender moan escaped as he began to move, one hand firm on my backside, guiding me to rise and fall along his length.

“Look at me,” he said quietly after a moment.

I obeyed, struggling to keep my eyes open as water poured over us and he made love to ine, thrusting steadily, claiming every inch.

I tried to hold his gaze, but pleasure built relentlessly. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I fought not to

cry out.

Cupid didn’t hold back. He took me tenderly yet thoroughly, reminding my body it responded only to him. I cupped his face with both hands as his pace increased, our eyes still locked.

“Aww… Cupid, please… ohh… ohhh…” The moans spilled uncontrollably.

He slowed deliberately, grinding deeper, buried to the hilt. I gasped into his mouth, astonished at how fully he filled me, how willingly my body opened for him.

I was already whimpering, lost to his rhythm, when he suddenly drove faster. Restraint shattered; moans poured from me freely.

But Cupid covered my mouth with his again, thrusting harder until suddenly he came, pulsing deep inside

1. me.

I shivered violently, unable to hide it. He slowed, eyes fixed on mine in utter satisfaction and lingering hunger. This man could never get enough of me.

He held me steady a moment longer before murmuring against my lips, voice soft and reverent.

“You are so sweet.”

He kissed me once more, then let me sink against him, head resting in the crook of his arm. His hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on my back.

We stayed like that for a long time, water streaming over us as he gave me space to regain the strength he’d

stolen.

Finally, he set me gently on my feet, fingers wrapped around my arm to steady me before sliding to my

waist.

“I’ll wash you,” I murmured tiredly, expecting him to step away.

He didn’t. Instead, he reached for the soap.

I stopped him, staring in awe as if he’d lost his mind.

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