Page 25 of Moonlit Temptation

“Fuck it,” he said, before crashing his mouth against mine in the most soul-searing kiss in the history of kisses.

It was kinetic. It felt like coming home. Like the broken pieces inside of me were mending. It felt like everything I had always hoped it to be, and more.

Because it was finally happening.

I gasped into his mouth, and he was the greedy bastard who swallowed it as he linked our fingers together and pulled them above my head. Leaving me at his mercy as his lips introduced themselves to mine.

It was gentle in the way a man like Saint knew how to be, full of demanding intent as he pulled me tightly against him.

Fireworks exploded behind the touch and my knees almost gave out. My fingers found a home around Saint’s belt loops, holding on for dear life as he devoured me.

I dreamt of this moment. Had wished for it on all the stars in the galaxy. And now it was actually happening.

I leaned into him, the sound of my pulse filling my ears. My lips answered back, a needy hum passing through them.

Don’t mess this up, Novak!

My heart pounded with the fear he would pull away.

But with every brush, every sample, the hunger between us grew and my chest filled like a balloon waiting to pop.

My brother’s best friend had me pinned to the door.

My brother’s best friend was kissing me.

I touched myself, got myself off to scenarios not far from this.

He awakened a wildfire within my soul. The flames burned brighter, grew higher with every shift of his lips, every stroke of his tongue.

A kaleidoscope of emotions exploded inside me. Heaven at it finally happening, Hell that he was going to pull out of whatever cloud had taken over his mind.

Not that I had to worry about that happening anytime soon…

My mouth opened beneath his, tongue tangling with his.

If this was a dream, don’t wake me up and if this was reality, keep me locked in here forever.

He nipped my lip and I let out a sound I didn’t know lived inside of me.

That. I wanted more of that. This. This feeling he cracked open.

“Fuck, Mady.” Saint’s hips pressed into mine, and his erection rubbed against my stomach.

I’m on fire.

His lips were back on mine while his hips ground into my body. He dropped my hands to latch onto my hips, where he moved them to the tempo he desired against his.

The way he handled my body had my desire climbing.

His fingers slid up my thighs, pulling the hem of my dress up. Higher and higher, my heart rate climbed with it.

Cool air hit my core as Saint continued to slowly roll my dress, exposing inch by inch of me at a meticulous speed. He dropped kisses down my neck, my chest, as he sank onto his knees.

Staring up at me, he continued to coax my dress higher, until he reached the band of my thong. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed a hard kiss right above it. I jolted with the surprise contact.

My body was on hyperdrive, wanting so many things all at once.

But my tongue wasn’t working as I felt his teeth graze my skin around the elastic of my panties, and I stared with wide eyes as he used his teeth to snap it against my skin.

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