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MAGNOLIA

H is kiss consumes me, unrelenting and raw, and I sink into it, into him, like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. My hands thread through his hair, pulling him closer, because close isn’t enough—I need him. All of him. The world around us feels distant and unimportant; all I can focus on is the heat of his lips, the way his hands grip my waist like he’s afraid to let go.

When he pulls back, just enough to look at me, his breath ragged, I feel like I’m about to fall apart. His eyes are dark, intense, searching mine like he’s looking for some kind of reassurance. Like he’s waiting for me to say I’ve changed my mind.

But I haven’t. I won’t.

“Magnolia,” he rasps, his voice rough, like he’s barely holding on. His hands tighten on my waist, his thumbs brushing against the bare skin under my shirt, and the sensation sends a shiver through me. “You sure about this?”

My heart is pounding so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it. I’m nervous—terrified, even—but I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I nod, my lips parting to speak, but no words come out. Instead, I reach for him again, my fingers brushing against his jaw as I guide his mouth back to mine.

The kiss is softer this time, slower, but no less intense. It’s like we’re both trying to savor this moment, to memorize every detail, every sensation, because we know it’s going to change everything.

And I want it to.

I squeak when Colt suddenly lifts me off my feet, sweeping me into a bridal carry to bring me across the threshold and into the nest I made earlier. He kneels in the blankets and sets me down, then he takes my face in his hands, searching my eyes.

He’s looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time—and maybe he is.

Or maybe he’s looked at me this way from the beginning, and I just didn’t know what it meant.

My breath comes out in a shuddering gasp, and he frowns, his thumbs grazing my cheeks. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs. “You good?”

“I’m…” My cheeks burn, flushing bright red. “I think it’s because I’m…because I’m excited? Is that silly?”

His lips quirk up in a smile, warm and gentle. "Not at all, Magnolia," he says, his voice low and husky. His gaze softens, his thumbs tracing the curve of my cheeks. He lowers his head to press a kiss to my forehead, then another to my nose, then finally to my lips.

The kiss is slow, languid. A complete contrast from our earlier frenzy. It's filled with promises yet to be fulfilled, with the anticipation of what's to come. His hands slide down from my face to rest on my waist, fingers gripping lightly as he breaks the kiss.

“I won’t…” he pauses, though I can see that it isn’t easy for him. “I won’t fuck you without birth control, Magnolia. Do you have?—”

“I brought condoms,” I interrupt, awkward. “I thought?—”

He’s kissing me again, smiling against my lips. “Of course you fucking did,” he growls, chuckling at my surprised expression. "You're always so prepared, aren't you?"

His fingers find the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards. He breaks away from our kiss just long enough to pull it over my head, leaving me in the remnants of my modesty. I watch his eyes, dark and filled with desire, as they roam over me. There's a reverence there too, a quiet awe that makes my heart pound louder in anticipation.

“I need you to know,” he says as his hands come around to my back, finding the hook of my bra, “tonight, I am going to fucking worship you. You can stop me anytime—I’ll fuckin’ howl about it, but I’ll stop—but if you don’t…fucking hell, Magnolia, I am going to make you come until you’re begging for a break.”

My breath hitches when he unhooks my bra, pulling it away, then his eyes are on me, his hands…

“Oh goodness,” I breathe as he tosses my bra aside to cup my breasts in his hands, his thumbs grazing my nipples. “Oh…”

“You keep making those noises for me, sugar,” he growls.

Then he ducks his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.

My breath catches in my throat as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as my back arches off the blanket. His tongue flicks over the hardened tip before he turns his attention to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. I’m gasping for air, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. I’ve never felt this way before—this raw, this exposed.

"Colt," I whimper, squirming under his touch.

"Hmm?" He hums against my skin, entirely distracted. He’s still touching me, and it makes it hard to talk, even to think.

“I want…” I trail off, gasping.

“What do you want, sugar?”

“I want you…I want to see you…”

His eyes flutter up to meet mine, dark and hooded under his heavy lashes. A slow, wicked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he slowly releases me from his mouth. He sits back on his heels, looking at me with an intensity that makes my heart pound in my chest.

"You want to see me, huh?" His voice is low and gravelly. He reaches down to pull his own shirt over his head, revealing a broad, muscular chest that makes my breath hitch in my throat. His skin is slightly tanned, and covered in tattoos that curl over each rippling muscle. I reach out to touch him, and before I can stop myself, I lean forward and lick up his pec.

He grunts in surprise, a low rumble deep in his chest. "Bold move, sugar," he chuckles, his voice breathy as I explore his body. His skin is warm under my tongue, slightly salty from sweat. The muscles on his chest and abs contract under my touch, and I can't help but to trace the lines of his tattoos with my fingers.

His eyes close for a moment, a soft groan escaping from between his lips. With a swift motion, he grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking in two of my fingers.

"Oh god," I mutter under my breath, the sensation sending heat pooling low in my belly. His eyes remain locked onto mine while he licks and nibbles at my fingers, making sure to leave no inch untouched.

“Magnolia,” he murmurs, releasing my fingers with a wet pop. His gaze is intense, smoldering. “You're not the only one excited here.”

His hands move down to undo his belt, fast and urgent—as urgent as I feel to have him, now. I can't tear my gaze away as he removes his jeans, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. The outline of his arousal is clear against the dark fabric, and my breath hitches at the sight.

He catches me staring and chuckles lowly, a wicked grin on his face. “You like what you see?” he asks, and I nod mutely, my cheeks heating up. He seems to enjoy my reaction—he always does—and reaches out to pull me towards him.

"Let's get you out of these," he murmurs, fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans.

I take a deep breath and nod, giving him the go ahead. He smirks before popping open the button and slowly dragging down the zipper. “Lie back, beautiful,” he commands—and I obey, because something about him has me hanging on his every word. Once I’m on my back, he tugs my jeans down, taking my panties with them.

And he stops…just looks at me.

"God, Magnolia," he breathes out, eyes wide with undisguised admiration. "You're so damn beautiful."

My face flushes at the compliment, and I bite my lip, unsure of how to react. I've never been this exposed before, laid bare for another person's gaze. It should feel strange, maybe even uncomfortable—but with him, it feels right. Colt takes in every inch of me, his gaze lingering on my bare body like a physical touch. His eyes are dark and heated, filled with a desire that sends heat coursing through me.

"I could look at you all day," he murmurs, reaching out to trace the curve of my hip with his fingers.

I let out a soft gasp, squirming under his touch. It's too light—more of a tease than anything else—and it leaves me aching for more. But when I try to pull him closer, he just shakes his head and chuckles.

“Easy,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. His hand skates over my hip bone, across my thigh…inward. “We’ve got all night.”

That wicked hand keeps moving, traveling upward. When he finally touches me where I want him most, a gasp tears from my throat. He grins at the sound, his fingers exploring me slowly and reverently.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “Is this all for me?”

I can only nod in response, my breath hitching as he circles his thumb around my clit. “Colt—” I hiss.

“Have you touched yourself before?” he asks, continuing to touch me. “I need to know, Magnolia.”

I nod, words turning out to be too hard right now.

“And have you put your fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” I bite out. “Thinking…thinking about you—ah!”

At just those three words, he slides two fingers inside me, thumb never letting up on my clit.

"Fuck," he grunts at my admission, “you fingered yourself and thought about me?”

I nod, biting my lip so hard it hurts as his fingers curl within me. My eyes roll back at the sensation, a strangled cry escaping from my throat. His fingers are unrelenting, pumping in and out of me in a rhythm that matches the rapid beating of my heart.

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” he teases, his voice filled with primal, possessive satisfaction. “Pictured me inside you, touching you like this.” His fingers curl deeper and find that spot and I gasp, my back arching off the blanket. The pressure building inside of me is too much to bear and I clench around his fingers, whimpering his name.

“I…Colt!” I cry out, my voice echoing off the ceiling. He doesn’t stop—just keeps going, thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves as he stretches me with his fingers. The pleasure is overwhelming,

"Well then," he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh. His thumb speeds up its ministrations on my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me that have me writhing beneath him. "Let's give you something to remember."

Colt replaces his fingers with his mouth, his tongue tracing a warm, wet path along the inside of my thigh, moving higher, closer to where I want him most. "Relax," he whispers, his breath causing me to shiver. He moves lower, spreading me open with his hands before teasing me with the flat of his tongue.

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. His mouth is hot and wet against me, tongue swirling around my clit with an expertise that has me writhing beneath him.

"Colt," I gasp again, fingers tangling in his hair. He hums against me, the vibration sending another rush of pleasure coursing through me. Then he slips two fingers back inside me, tongue never ceasing in its movements. My hips buck against his touch, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

His name comes out as a strangled cry as I tumble over the edge. My vision whites out; all I can feel is the intense pleasure radiating from my core, spreading out in all directions, making my entire body tremble. I clutch at Colt's hair, pulling him even closer as my hips rise off the blankets The sensation of his tongue and fingers working in tandem is too much; it’s an explosion of pleasure that makes me see stars.

"God, Magnolia," he gasps, voice husky with desire as he pulls back to look at me. His eyes are dark and filled with raw hunger. "You're so damn beautiful when you come."

My body is still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm when he starts to kiss his way back up my body. His lips trace a burning path up my stomach, over my breasts, until he reaches my mouth again.

His kisses are slow and deep, a stark contrast to the frenzied pace of before. He takes his time exploring every inch of my mouth, his tongue curling around mine. I taste myself for the first time…and the flavor of my arousal mingled with his is almost too much to bear.

It’s too right.

Preternaturally right.

But I don’t have time to think about that right now, because he’s settled between my legs, and there’s only a pair of boxers between us, thin fabric stopping his hard cock from pressing inside my soaking entrance.

"Are you ready, beautiful?" He murmurs against my lips, his voice husky and low. His fingers trace the curve of my thigh, moving upwards until they touch the wetness between my legs. The contact makes me gasp, a sound that he swallows with a deep kiss.

"Yes," I whisper, meeting his gaze. His pupils are dilated, dark with desire. He looks at me like he's never seen anything more beautiful, more precious.

He smiles at my response, and it’s wicked and wild, making my heart skip a beat. "Good," he says, pressing another quick kiss to my lips before moving away to shed the last piece of clothing separating us.

The sight of him bare and hard takes my breath away. He's magnificent, every inch of him chiseled and toned. And below the belt…oh, oh, it’s so good. Thick, hard, his knot swollen for me. He takes himself in hand and strokes up and down, groaning, and I watch as precum beads at his tip.

I swallow hard, reaching out to touch him. My fingers wrap around his girth, and he groans again, his eyes closing as he leans into my touch. The feel of him is amazing—so hard yet so soft at the same time. I can't help but stroke him, my hand moving in sync with his.

"All for you, beautiful," he murmurs, meeting my gaze again. He captures my lips with his own, pulling me closer until I can feel the heat of his body against mine. Skin to skin, it’s better than ever, better than anything. “Now…you need to get those condoms right fucking now or I’ll be tempted to fuck you raw.”

The idea makes my heart skip a beat—I don’t think I’d mind that, I don’t think I’d mind it at all—but my responsibility gets the better of me. I pull away from him and lunge for my bag, on all fours now, reaching for the condoms?—

His hands find my hips, his cock sliding against my pussy from behind. Oh fuck…

“Just…a taste,” he grits out, not entering me but continuing to thrust his hips. “This is just one of the ways I’m gonna fuck you tonight, sugar.”

“Just do it,” I breathe, forgetting about the condoms.

“Get them,” he says, and his voice is more tense than it was before. I glance over my shoulder to see that he’s barely holding it together.

I could make him fuck me without them. Some wild part of me wants to do just that.

But I scramble for the condoms, finding them tucked away exactly where I left them, pulling out more than one for the night to come. I turn around in a hurry and try to open the packet, but my hands are shaking so bad I can’t do it.

Colt chuckles, taking the packet from my trembling fingers. He rips it open with his teeth, pulling the condom out. The sight of him rolling it onto his impressive length has my heart racing, the anticipation building within me. He pulls me with him as he lies back, guiding me to straddle him.

“You’re gonna take the lead this first time,” he murmurs, taking my hips in his hands. I kneel over him, reach down—grasp his cock to align him with my entrance. We both moan as his tip catches on my pussy, pressing inside just a little. “Fuck…take your time, sugar, but…fuck, I need you.”

I lean in, pressing my palms against his broad chest, the muscles there rippling under my touch. I can't help but let out a small gasp as I lower myself onto him, inch by agonizing inch.

His cock stretches me deliciously, filling me in a way I've never experienced before and it's so, so good.

My breath hitches as I finally sink down to his knot, his thick cock fully sheathed within me. His hands on my hips tighten their grip as his head falls back against the blankets, a low groan escaping his lips.

"God...Magnolia," he rasps out, his voice strangled with desire. His eyes meet mine and they’re somehow both darker and brighter than ever before—pitch black pupils blown out in the center of turquoise irises.

"Feels...so fucking good," he growls, his voice low and husky. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, his palms hot against my flushed skin. He teases my nipples into hard peaks, pinching and rolling them between his fingers in a way that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I whimper at the sensations, my hands clutching at his chest, nails digging into his skin. I can feel him twitch inside me, the sensation making me gasp. I start to move, rising and falling on him in a slow rhythm that has us both moaning.

"Fuck...you're so tight," he groans, his eyes locked with mine. His gaze is so intense it feels like he's looking directly into my soul. "You feel incredible, Magnolia."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me at his words, the way he looks at me making me feel beautiful and desired in a way I've never felt before. It sparks something deep inside me, a primal need to be claimed by him, to have him mark me as his and his alone. I increase my pace, drawing a strangled groan from him.

"God, yes...just like that," he encourages, his hands guiding my hips in an ever-increasing rhythm. "You're doing so well, beautiful."

His praise spurs me on, urging me to move faster, harder. The pleasure builds within me again, a delicious tension that threatens to consume me. My body clenches around him in response and he lets out a low growl of approval.

"That's it...come for me," he says, his voice rough and strained. His thumb brushes over my clit in the exact right way and I can't hold back any longer.

I shatter around him with a cry, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

I’m still in the midst of it when Colt takes me in his arms, and then he’s rolling us over, getting on top.

"I've got you," he murmurs, his voice echoing through the haze of my pleasure. He kisses me, slow and deep, as he starts to move again. His pace is relentless now, his thrusts driving deeper and harder inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body alight with pleasure.

"Colt," I gasp out, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. He grunts in response, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck. He bites down, a primal mark that sends another wave of desire coursing through me, mine, mine, mine… “Knot me, please!”

“You’re not ready,” he rasps, though I can tell he’s on the brink of giving in. I claw at his back, teeth grazing his throat.

“Please Colt, please,” I beg, plead—and I don’t know what comes over me when I say, “Knot me, mate.”

That undoes him completely. Colt shudders, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest as he slams into me one final time. His knot swells at his base, locking us together as he spills himself into the condom. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and I cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. His cock pulsates within me, and I wish…

…I wish he was filling me.

Biting me, marking me, mating me.

His head drops to my shoulder, hot breaths panting against my skin. His hips roll in an aftershock, and I whine, desperate to have him fuck me again.

"Give me a second, sugar,” he chuckles. “You took it all out of me.”

I feel his lips press against my shoulder, kissing the skin there lightly before lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are softer now, filled with a warmth that makes my heart flutter in my chest. He strokes away the damp hair from my forehead, his fingers trailing against my skin in a tender caress. "You okay?"

"More than okay," I let out a breathless laugh, feeling more sated and content than I've ever been. My hands slide up his back, pulling him closer to me as I wrap my legs around his waist. His knot keeps us locked together, and it's strangely intimate and satisfying.

"Good," he murmurs with a soft smile tugging at his lips. He leans in to capture my mouth with his, kissing me slowly and deeply. His fingers trail down my sides. "You did so well," he whispers, planting soft kisses on my neck. The praise makes me blush even further.

I can feel the tension in his body slowly fade away, his heartbeat slowing to a steady rhythm against mine. But he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t break the connection between us.

“Colt,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our heavy breathing.

“Hmm?” He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin.

“That was…” I pause. “Does it always feel like that?”

He chuckles, the sound low and throaty against my skin. "No, Magnolia, it doesn’t," he admits, his voice a low rumble. "With you...everything feels different. The whole world feels different."

His admission makes my heart flutter in my chest, a warm feeling spreading through me. I can feel his cock twitch inside me at his words and I can't help but tighten around him instinctively, drawing a low groan from him.

"Fuck...you're gonna kill me," he whispers into my ear, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks once more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me and I let out a soft moan, grinding against him.

His breath hitches in his throat as he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You're insatiable," he murmurs before capturing my lips with his in a heated kiss.

And just like that, I forget the strange thoughts I had…the way it felt like nothing had been more right than when he was inside me.

Because Colt Morgan is making love to me again.

And there’s no way I’ll let anything distract me from this perfect night.