The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 557

The Roquels Female Alpha

Chapter 557

Snowflakes

Frusher

He walked into the bedroom, and I paused for a long, breathless moment, staring at him in raw, heated surprise.

The air between us crackled with unspoken hunger as he moved closer, his presence commanding yet tender, until he sank onto the edge of the bed.

His hand rose slowly, cupping my cheek with a warmth that sent shivers racing down my spine, and without a single thought, I leaned in and claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

I remembered drifting into exhausted sleep after we’d made love parlier, my body weak and spent, but now… now something primal and insatiable had awakened deep inside me, a fiery, different craving that pulsed through every vein.

I deepened the kiss with tender urgency, my tongue exploring his mouth hungrily, tasting him, needing more, before I pulled back just enough to swing my leg over and straddle him.

My hands cupped his cheeks in both palms, holding him captive as I ground my waist down against him, rolling my hips slowly to feel the hard, throbbing length of him pressing against my aching core, like coming home to the most forbidden bliss.

His strong palms secured around my waist with exquisite tenderness, fingers digging in just enough to ignite sparks across my skin, and his energy, his raw desire, surged to match mine perfectly, building that intoxicating friction between us.

Minutes blurred into eternity as our bodies moved in sync, until he tenderly broke the kiss, his breath ragged against my lips as he searched my eyes with a flicker of confusion amid the lust.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with need, leaning in to capture his mouth again, desperate to drown in him, when his voice emerged soft and commanding, laced with concern.

“Calm down,” he murmured, his grip on my waist tightening gently, possessively. “You alright?”

To that question, I nodded without hesitation, my body screaming the truth. I felt more than fine; I felt alive, electric, on the verge of madness.

Deep inside, I knew I’d shatter into insanity if he didn’t bury himself deep within me right this moment, filling me completely.

I leaned over to kiss his lips one last time, pouring all my desperation into it, and he opened up to me instantly, our tongues tangling deeper, hotter, until I grew tired of just his mouth and trailed my lips down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there, then to his strong arms, hugging him intimately as I brushed my slick, dripping pussy along his rock–hard cock, teasing us both with delicious friction.

This was pure intoxication. Every nerve ending alight, my body sexually awakened to an unbearable degree, throbbing with need.

And somehow, in this moment, I didn’t want to share even an ounce of control; I wanted to devour him,

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I pulled back slowly, my breath coming in hot pants, placing my palm flat on his broad chest just as he teetered on the edge of losing control himself.

He waited, his dark eyes locked on mine, watching intently until I murmured softly, my voice husky with command.

Let me ride you.”

Those words spilled out more like a sultry demand than a request, dripping with dominance, and he looked at me again, a shadow of wonder crossing his features.

What had unleashed this wild, insatiable version of me?

“Snow…” he started, his voice rough with restraint, but I silenced him by covering his mouth with mine, taking his lips tenderly yet fiercely.

I kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him, sucking on his tongue before sliding down his body with deliberate slowness, leaving a scorching trail of wet kisses across his chest, his abs, lower and lower until I found his hard, standing cock, pulsing with need.

Hungrily, my fingers reached out to wrap around the thick, veined length, feeling it twitch hotly in my

grasp.

The instant our skin connected, Cupid went utterly still, his body tensing like a coiled spring. He swallowed hard, every muscle going rigid with barely contained desire.

A soft, needy sigh escaped my lips as my eyes fixated on the swollen tip, glistening with pre–cum, and my pussy clenched in response, flooding with fresh wetness, aching to be filled. I stuck my tongue out teasingly, licking the sensitive tip first, swirling around it to taste his salty essence, fully aware that my nipples had hardened into tight, aching peaks, begging for attention.

Then I dragged my tongue languidly up the underside of his shaft, savoring the velvet hardness wrapped in my fingers, every ridge and vein sending jolts of arousal straight to my core.

I flickered my eyes up to his once, catching him watching me with quiet, burning curiosity, his gaze dark and feral, and then I parted my lips wider, covering his cock with my hot mouth, taking him deep inside as I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks around him.

He went literally still for a heartbeat, then his hips bucked involuntarily. I made a wet, muffled moan when the tip of his cock buried into the back of my throat, stretching my mouth deliciously.

Cupid’s palm tangled in my hair, fingers digging in possessively as he pulled strands away, clearing my path to pleasure him without mercy.

He jerked his hips up slowly, tenderly at first, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts that grew deeper, more insistent, until he held my head steady, forcing me to swallow him whole for agonizing, blissful seconds.

When he finally released me, I gasped for air, strings of saliva connecting us, and a deep, guttural groan tore from his lips at the sight.

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STOReil his slick cock from ruet to tip, my frand gliding effortlessly, while leaning down to lick and suckle his ficavy balls, drawing them into my mouth one by one.

Cupid tried valiantly not to rush, his breaths coming in harsh pants, but he was barely holding on now, his control fraying.

His fingers gripped my arms suddenly, palling me up with urgent strength so I could straddle him again.

As he guided me, his fingers brushed briefly against my soaked pussy, parting my folds just enough to feel how drenched I was. No foreplay needed; I was fucking soaked, dripping with arousal, ready to take him.

I positioned his throbbing cock right at my entrance, the head nudging my swollen lips, and eased down slowly, inch by torturous inch, allowing him to stretch and fill me with a shudder that rippled through both our bodies like lightning.

Cupid shook in awe at the tight, wet heat enveloping him, and I went still for a moment, gulping down the overwhelming sensation of why this felt so profoundly sacred, so unbearably intense and unavoidably perfect, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, pulsing against my walls.

He made to thrust up, but I placed my palm firmly on his chest, signaling him to hold still, to surrender.

“Let me,” I whispered softly, my voice laced with erotic authority, before I began to move my hips once

more.

Tonight, I craved all the control. I wanted to fuck him at my pace, claim every inch of pleasure.

I twisted my hips in slow, sinful circles around his buried cock, feeling him throb in every sensitive spot, filling me so completely it bordered on ecstasy.

Then I began to bounce up and down on him, rising until only the tip remained inside before slamming back down, taking him deeper with each descent.

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