Page 54 of The Blood Moon Hunt

That catches me off guard, just for a second. But it’s enough to push me over the edge. With a low growl, I crush my mouth against hers, rough and demanding, just like I imagined it would be.

I expect her to push me away, to fight me. But she doesn’t. Instead, her body presses against mine, her hands fisting in the front of my shirt as she kisses me back just as fiercely. It’s a clash of wills, both of us pushing and pulling, neither willing to back down.

She bites down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw a groan from my throat, and I grip her tighter, my hand sliding down to her waist. The kiss is a battle, and she’s meeting me with fire, with every bit of strength she has.

I didn’t expect this. Didn’t expect her to match my intensity, my hunger. But she does, and it only makesme want her more. Makes me want to claim her, to prove that no matter how strong she thinks she is, she can’t resist me.

But just when I think I have her, she pulls back, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with a mix of emotions I can’t quite read.

“We’re not done,” she whispers, her voice thick with challenge.

“No,” I agree, my voice a low growl. “We’re just getting started.”

I pull her close, inhaling her scent as I press my hardening cock against her belly. "First things first, let's get you out of these clothes," I growl, lifting her dress with deliberate slowness.

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking you in... watching you squirm and beg for mercy as I ravage your tight little holes."

My hands roam her curves, squeezing and pinching roughly. "You're going to be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you." I nip at her earlobe, savoring her gasp.

"Bet," is all she says in return and I smirk.

I push her down onto the ground, straddling her hips as I rip open her dress, exposing her heaving breasts. I palm one roughly, tweaking her nipple between my fingers.

"Mmm, such perfect tits," I purr,lowering my mouth to capture the hardened bud. I suck hard, grazing it with my teeth until she whimpers.

Releasing her nipple with a wet pop, I smirk down at her flushed face. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of being used like the fucktoy you are."

"Too bad for you, you're the last to take me," she goads.

"Saving the best for last," I say, although the knowledge that my competitors have already had a taste of her makes me see red. My hand slides under her skirt, rubbing her clothed sex. "Already so wet for me, aren't you? Such a naughty slut."

I yank her panties aside and plunge two fingers into her dripping cunt, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace. "Fuck, you're soaked," I grunt, curling my digits to rub her g-spot.

"Such a good little hole, clenching around me so eagerly," I taunt, adding a third finger to stretch her wider. "Gonna fill this up soon enough, but not yet. First, I want to hear you scream for me."

"Oh, fuck, Ronan!" she gasps.

I start finger-fucking her harder, thumbing her clit in time with my thrusts. "Come on, give me that sweet moan! Let everyone know who owns this pussy!"

Her cries of pleasure only spur me on as I continue to pound into her slick heat, my fingers driving deeper with each stroke. I lean down, capturing hermouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing her whimpers as I dominate her tongue.

Breaking the kiss, I snarl against her skin, "That's it, come for me! Soak my fingers with your juices!"

I feel her walls spasming around my digits, her orgasm crashing through her. I ride out her climax, prolonging her pleasure as I milk her clit with merciless pressure.

And then it's there. Her soul—gods, it’s right there. I canseeit, glowing, shimmering, just out of reach. It rises from her body, drawn out by the force of her release, and for a moment, I’m mesmerized. This is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve craved more than anything. I reach for it, ready to claim it, to make it mine.

But something stops me.

It’s her. She’s blocking me. Somehow, even in this state, she’s keeping me from taking what’s rightfully mine. I snarl in frustration, pushing harder, trying to break through whatever invisible barrier she’s thrown up. But it’s no use. Her power... it’sprotectingher.

Her soul slips back into her body, her eyes fluttering open, and I’m left standing there, seething, denied what I want most.

“Fine,” I growl, my voice rough with lust and frustration. “If I can’t have your soul... I’ll take everything else.”

I grip her hips, pulling her closer, my breath hot against her neck as I lean in. "I'll use every part of you," Imurmur darkly, "until there's nothing left for anyone else."

I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "Delicious. Now, let's see about that ass..."

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