The Alpha Train (Christina and Sebastian) novel Chapter 489

He lays on me, covering me with his large, warm body as he takes my mouth in a very possessive, dominant kiss. I hold on to him, letting him anchor me to this world as emotions flare between us.

“Shane,” I whimper.

“I’ve got you, Sebastiana. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you,” he murmurs as he begins sliding in and out of me.

He starts almost painfully slow, as if giving the emotions around us time to swell and expand.

“You’re mine, Tiana. All mine,” he growls, his thrusts coming faster.

I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.

He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes dark with desire and something much deeper.

“I love you, Sebastiana. I love you so much.”

It feels like the dam breaks inside me and the torrent of emotions that have been swirling around me flood into my system. I scream as my mind, body, and soul are overwhelmed by the sensations, coming hard as I cling to Shane.

I come so hard that it takes me a while to realize that he’s coming too. And as the storm of sensations begins to calm inside me, I realize that one emotion lingers stronger than the others.

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“I love you too, Shane. I’ve always loved you,” I whisper against his car.

His body begins jerking with another release and he sucks hard on my marking spot instantly sending me spiraling over the cliff of pleasure again.

Shane has become adept at making me come. He’s found a way to extend my explosive orgasms until I’m begging him to let me come down, until tears are streaming down my cheeks, and until I’m so wrecked that I can barely remember my own name.

This time, he rides the surge of pleasure with me, our bodies pushing the other’s to continue with wave after wave of pleasure.

I have no idea how long our mutual orgasm lasts, but when we finally come down, we’re both wrecked.

He stays inside me, kissing me softly as our bodies jerk with aftershocks for much longer than normal.

When he finally pulls back, nuzzling my nose with his, he smiles, looking at me in a way he never has before. In the past, we loved each other, but it was a friends with benefits kind of love; a young, puppy love. The love I see shining in his eyes now is much more intense, much more passionate. It’s the kind of love that I see shining in my parents‘ eyes, the kind of love that I see in Christian and Enya’s eyes when they look at each other.

“I was right,” he says softly.

“Are you going to tell me what you were right about?” I ask, my fingers tracing the lines of muscles in his back while he strokes his fingers over my cheek.

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