Page 46 of Blue Moon Mistress

The growl that meets that makes me squirm.

“Fuck me, Thomas. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Like I mean it?”

I nod, licking my lips. “I haven’t forgotten what you’re capable of. Just because you’re not changed… I know that beast is still inside of you.”

He hums, moving forward, one knee on the bed, crowding me back.

“You were temptation personified before…” he slides his thumb over me, spreading the wetness his attentions have pulled from me. “But knowing you… knowing you know and want us all anyway…”

With another growl he lines himself up against me, and takes everything he wants… everything I’m willing to give.

But he stops there, filling me so perfectly. His head dropped to mine, he smiles with gritted teeth. “I’m going to have to get a thesaurus. There have to be more ways to tell you how perfect you are.”

I would laugh, but he doesn’t give me the opportunity.

He takes my mouth with his, hot, wet and barely containing the force of his passion.

I’m still riding that earlier high and it doesn’t take long for us to find the rhythm that works so perfectly for us.

And he’s paying attention.

He presses one leg up opening me further, getting him closer to—

This time, when I break apart, he’s there to catch the cry in a brutal kiss. And just like last time, he doesn’t pause—doesn’t give me any space to breathe as I come for him.

He fucks me like he means it until the last shivering wave of this orgasm dies.

The smile on his face is practically feral.

But as he moves on me, it’s not at a frantic and feral pace. He fills me again and again. Each thrust is long and hard and his eyes never leave mine. Like he’s afraid if he blinks I’m going to disappear.

But I am not going anywhere.

I slide my fingers through his hair and tug him gently to me. I want to kiss him. To taste him… to taste me on his lips and I wan’t—

I bite his lip and his shoulders tense.

He pulls back, looking down at me while his tongue explores the place my teeth had just taken hold of. “I probably shouldn’t like that so much.”

I lean to the side, dragging my teeth over his biceps. “You should definitely like it.”

Shaking his head, he laughs and he takes hold of my chin in his hand. “You’re going to be the death of me… and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”

Legs wrapped around him, I let him guide himself into me again, angling my hips so he hits all the right places.

His hand under me, he presses me up, holding me where I’ve placed myself.

“Tell me what you need, beautiful. I want to know everything you like.”

“We’ve got time to learn everything.”

His muscles are tense, I know he’s holding back, and I know there’s one way to make him take that pleasure he’s denying himself.

This time, my teeth find the crux of his neck and shoulder and when I bite…

He comes with a guttural sound and I hold tight to him as the last tremors of his orgasm jerk through him.

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