“Yeah, no. You can make me go cross-eyed in pleasure but no kissing. Way too intimate, and I’m still pissed at you.”
“I can work with that,” he growls.
Ramses shuffles an arm around, his hand dropping straight past the waistband of my leggings.
“Where are your panties?” he growls again, his fingers trailing through my wetness like it’s the most incredible thing he’s felt.
“Darius took them I think. I couldn’t find them after he took me out on a date.”
He plays with my pussy like a gentleman entirely focused on my pleasure. His eyes are full of heat and nothing but dirty thoughts and I want that side of him more.
“Hard and fast, Ramses,” I urge when I squeeze my fist over him, mimicking what I want.
He makes a frustrated noise but he sits up and pulls his t-shirt off, climbing out of his pants and letting me undress myself.
And I can see the way he’s warring with himself; he wants to go slow. He wants this to be about a reunion, but it’s nothing but a fuck.
I spread my legs wide for him and without saying a word, he lines himself up. His eyes are locked on my pussy as he rubs his cock over my entrance. A little tilt of my hips and I think I might have pushed him too far. His hand drops on my hip, holding me down on my beautiful bed.
The scent wafting off him is full of his desire. I love his orange scent; it’s so reaffirming and settling but now it’s got a deeper layer to it. Ramses inches in, his cock barely pushing inside before he pulls out, a wicked gleam in his eye.
“It’s not simply sex, and you know it,” he hisses. “Present for your Alpha, Heidi.”
His words are guttural, infused with everything he usually manages to keep at bay, and despite that being some messed up bullshit, my Omega soaks that shit up. I respond to him on every goddamn level possible. My heart explodes in a crazed beat while getting all soft and sentimental and my slick wets the top of my thighs as I twist around super-fast.
Ramses hands clamp around my waist before he rams himself in, bottoming out. No more gentleman-like gestures, but it’s what I want. Instead of pulling out, he digs one of his hands in my hair to pull it back.
Which is the point I usually freak the hell out and lock up in fear. But his Alpha isn’t playing around anymore. Where I wanted a quick fuck, Ram’s Alpha is serving me a reminder.
“Me inside you does not just feel physical, does it?” he snarls into my ear. “Because it’s not. We’re everything to each other and I will right every fucking wrong, but you are mine, and I am yours. Now hold the fuck on.”
In one brutal plunge and a handful of words, he decimates everything. He takes us back to before shit was said and fuck ups were made.
He winds my hair around his fist, tugging it back until my neck is screaming in protest and my head is full of memories. He bites against my jaw, his teeth sinking in hard enough to mark while his words are like a deep groan. “Let’s start excising some ghosts, and some fucked up Alphas that should not be living inside my mates head anymore.”
Blowing his orange scent into my face, Ramses ensures the only thing I can breathe is him. It takes no time at all until even my blood sizzles under his influence. I feel fuzzy like I’m half drunk, and everything is over exaggerated, mind-blowingly so.
Ramses hips slap against my ass, his hold making my back sway, and I’m unable to do anything but move when he does. My tits are on display for the world to see and despite that the way he’s hurting should have me spiralling, we’re making new memories with each beautiful thrust.
“Hands on your body,” he barks, and my fingers dip and pinch immediately while he continues to drive us straight pass fucking and into barely surviving. I swear to God, I’m going to die by pleasure asphyxiation. It’s Ramses or nothing.
My body is singing, sensual ownership clouding all my thoughts and feelings. I feel loved, I feel owned, I feel wanted.
“Yes,” I whimper, and it’s like my pleasure makes him hungrier. His hands tighten in my hair until he shoves me forward, his hands holding me from falling flat on my face before I collapse under him as his knots surges inside.
He stops our rocking, his fingers digging in harder. Twisting around, I see the exact moment he throws his head back; his muscles look so taut like they’re ready to snap. He’s close to filling me up. I can feel his cock and knot pulsing inside my body, and I’m right there with him.
I tremble around him so much I see stars before I rock my hips from side to side moving us from frantic to a summit of pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good on my cock. Your pussy is squeezing my knot perfectly, baby.” He groans as he starts moving like I do, adding some slow deep thrusts that make me see stars.
“Bit more,” I whisper.
Honestly, my insides are cramping with anticipation and a desperate need to come and be filled.
Ramses eyes burst open, and I come face to face with his Alpha. There is no man in him now.
I freak the fuck out, but he smiles as he starts pounding the terror out of me, driving me back to guttural pleasure and swimming climaxes.
