Page 50 of Warlander Grizzly

He brushed his fingertips against her sex and moaned at whatever he liked about it. Pressing his body closer, he ran his hand up her stomach and to her breasts, pushed the blanket to the side and massaged her in the sexiest way. Lucia drew her knees up and rolled her hips against his touch, and she could feel it—his smile against her lips.

He eased out of the kiss and pressed his lips to her cheek, to her jawline. “You’re going to make me care, aren’t you?” he murmured against her sensitive skin. “Make me want to focus on you coming for me? Noisy woman, telling me what you like.” He had been playing with her, but now he pushed two fingers slowly inside of her. He eased his chin up, silver eyes on her as she responded. “Say Landon,” he whispered.

Stubbornly, she pulled the blanket to the side, exposing her chest to the cold air, and he let off a huff of breath. She loved the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at the skin she had exposed.

She’d never felt like a goddess before tonight.

“Fuck, woman,” he murmured against her ear, pushing his fingers into her, easing them out, back in and easing out as she rocked her hips with the pace he set. “Say my name,” he gritted out. “Say it when you come.”

Oh, she still had some of her power. She smiled up at the stars and arched her neck as he worked her.

He pressed his warm, strong body more firmly against her side and dipped down, kissed her throat as he moved his fingers deep inside of her.

Oh, he’d done it. Her mind was completely quiet. Landon was a drug that put a halt to all the insecurities she possessed.

He was the numbing cream on a tattoo that hurt, and her life fucking hurt sometimes. With Landon though? Nothing mattered.

She arched her spine and let off a helpless sound. His responsive growl vibrating against her neck was so sexy.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

A few more strokes, and she was there. She didn’t know if it was his soft, guttural demand, or how good he was with this pace, or the way he stayed deep and did shallow pulses when she told him, “I’m close,” but she’d never been so lost in a moment with a man.

He was absolutely figuring out her buttons, and with very little effort.

There was value in a man like that.

Her body imploded, and she cried out as she arched back against the mattress. Mindless, she reached over and slid her hand down the front of those gray sweatpants that were still keeping their skin separate.

He groaned as she took him in hand and ran a long stroke down his thick shaft. He was still dragging out her release, pushing his fingers into her with the rhythm of her pulsing ecstasy, but now that she was able to touch him, the tension in her middle was building again.

He leaned over and kissed the moan from her lips, gripped her hair to keep her face in place for him to run his trailing kisses down her jawline. He was moving his hips with the pace she set for him, and when he eased back and looked down at her, stared into her soul, she had a moment.

Something inside of her clicked into place.

Some tension she hadn’t known how to fix eased. Out here, touching the man who had surprised her the most, letting herself be vulnerable again under the beautiful starry sky, she didn’t want this moment to end. She wanted it to stretch on and on. No problems existed here. She wasn’t a seer, she wasn’t a bartender, she wasn’t too quiet, she wasn’t the one who lost her animal, she wasn’t the one people talked about.

She was just Lucia. Or Luc, as Landon had been calling her.

There was beauty in the non-existence of all the parts of her life that drained her.

This…whatever he was doing to her body…this was fuel for a tired soul.

She felt alive.

“Fuck, Lucia,” he growled out, pumping his hips against her hand. “Harder.”

The intensity in his eyes was such a turn-on, and she loved that he was so vocal. From the snarl in his throat, to the easy way he talked to her during intimacy. God, she loved everything about this. Her body shattered around his fingers again and she cried out his name, gasped and said it again. And again.

Landon lurched up, straddled her, and shoved the blanket off her completely. He grabbed his dick and pumped it in his tight grip as he grunted out the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. He let off a yell as the first splash of warmth painted her chest. Her breasts were bathed in wave after wave of it. She arched her back and pushed her fingers into herself as she rolled her eyes closed and dragged out the remaining pulses of pleasure from her body.

When she opened her eyes again, Landon was hovering over her, his flexed, muscular arms locked on either side of her. His chest was heaving with his breath, and those bright-silver eyes of his animal were locked onto hers. A slow, wicked smile took his lips in the moments he leaned down, and she could still feel the smile when he pressed his mouth to hers.

“Wait here,” he murmured, and then his weight was gone and she was left to rock gently on the air mattress as it settled.

Lucia looked up to the stars. She was laying with her arms out to the sides and her knees drawn up. Her breasts were still warm and tingling with the pleasure they’d shared. The cool breeze kissed her bare skin, and her hair lifted from the mattress in the breeze.

“That’s my favorite one,” Landon said from beside the truck.

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