Page 199 of Moon's Promise

Stricken at what she had done, she raised her mouth and tried to jump off Moon and run from the room.

“Nuh-uh.” Clicking his tongue at her, Moon rolled over and pulled her underneath him. “You’ve been a naughty girl all night. That’s twice you’ve bitten me.” He pinned her hands to the mattress, then started scrunching down her body.

“I only bit you once.” Struggling against him, she tried to throw him off her. Apprehensively, she watched as he shouldered his way between her thighs.

“Did you forget the first time we fucked?”

She had.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized around the lump in her throat.

“Don’t. I don’t mind you getting a little rough.” Moon nuzzled her bunched-up robe and nightgown aside to slide his mouth over her smooth, shaven pelvic area.

She tensed when his tongue parted her cleft. Then he ran his tongue down each side before turning his mouth in a new direction. When Moon laved his way to her inner thigh, she tried to wiggle her hands out of his grip.

“Now, now ...” he said in a crooning voice, “fair is fair.”

Despite the warning, she jumped when he bit down. The biting nip barely hurt in comparison to the passion that hit her with the force of a hurricane.

“That’s one,” he purred against her skin. Then, when he turned his head to reach her other thigh, she braced herself for his next bite.

She was unaware he had released one of wrists until he started rubbing her clitoris. Instead of using her free hand to stop him, she stifled her passionate cries, not wanting to wake Jace.

When the next bite came, she was helpless to stop the climax that erupted, sending her into an ecstasy she didn’t want to come back from.

When she regained her senses, she found herself fully impaled by Moon’s cock. She threw her back into the maelstrom she had just escaped from, clinging to Moon as he carried her away on another frenzied, storm-ridden journey into oblivion.

“Kiss me ...”

Moon’s raspy command dragged her back to reality.

“No. I’m never going—” A low moan escaped her at a fervent thrust.

“I only kissed Chastity for some information I needed.”

Her eyes searched his. “What kind of information?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis.” His hands went to her hips, setting a pace that had her wanting to return to the beckoning oblivion. “I would have rather kissed a fucking garden snake than her. Now kiss me.”

She arched her neck to keep her lips out of reach of his descending mouth.

Not deterred, his lips seared the flesh on her neck.

“I didn’t have to tell you.”

“Why did you?” she gasped out.

Moon gave a throaty chuckle. “Two reasons. One, to light your fuse—you’re a firecracker when you get mad.”

Furious he was admitting to deliberately creating an argument, she started pummeling his shoulders. “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Moon retaliated by biting down on her shoulder.

Her core turned into a pool of aching need. Striving to keep herself from losing all rational thought, she fought to keep track of what he had said.

Her hands went to his hair, making him raise his face so she could search his eyes. “You said there were two reasons.”

“I’d rather be the one to tell you, in case she ever decides to.”

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