Page 101 of Under an Endless Moon

I pulled out of her for a flash, and I swirled all my fingers around her engorged bud, making her whimper and plead before I shoved my fingers back in deep and pressed my thumb down on her clit.

She ripped at her tank that barely contained those tits, her gasps coming short as she got closer to the edge.

“You feel that, Raven? Embrace it, don’t fight it.”

She whimpered and those nails were clawing up my chest then sinking into my shoulders. “I want you.”

“You have me. I’m right here.”

It wasn’t in the way she was begging for, but there was no chance I could go there. Not when I knew I’d want to stay there forever.

This was about showing her that she could trust herself to decide when she wanted to be touched. When it was right. When it felt good.

Made me irate, but I had to believe I couldn’t be the only man on the planet who could make her feel this way.

An edge glowed around her, the woman barely holding on as she jutted and bucked. A sheen of sweat rose on her soft, delicate flesh.

I sped up my pace, shoving my fingers deep inside her, shifting them so I could rub at that sweet spot deep inside her. I kept sweeping my thumb over her engorged nub that I knew was going to send her soaring.

“Otto,” she rasped.

Wanted to dip down and take that mouth and that tongue and every other delicious part of her that she would let me. Treacherous groanings inside of me. I tried to rein it, and I was only partially giving in when I angled in and kissed along the contour of her jaw, lapping up the taste of her flesh as I kissed up to her ear.

My voice was nothing but a scrape as I murmured, “Let it go, baby. Let me see you fly. Come for me, Moonflower.”

At my words, she split apart.

Cracked wide open.

I could feel the maelstrom of her pleasure batter the walls of the room. Bursting from her middle. A volcano erupting from her body.

She was a hurricane in the middle of my bed. Sweeping me up in the cries that came from her mouth. “Otto…oh God…Otto. It feels so good. So good.”

They were rasps. Barely intelligible. But I felt themall the way to my soul. “It’s all I want, Raven. Only thing I want is for you to feel good. Want to make you feel that way forever.”

There I went, tossing out more of those traitorous confessions that were going to destroy me. But I didn’t know how to stop when it came to her.

This girl who was shaking and trembling below me, her arms curling up around my neck like she didn’t ever want to let go.

“You okay?” I asked, terrified that I’d pushed her too far and too fast, and I edged back enough that I could look at that gorgeous, stunning face.

Sight of it ripped through me.

My insides a battlefield.

Fighting this feeling that welled inside.

This dangerous fucking feeling that I’d barely kept tapped for all these years, and there I’d gone and poured gasoline on the flames.

“I feel…” Raven blinked up at me with that enchanting gaze. Her delicate throat bobbed when she swallowed. “I feel liberated, Otto. Different in the best way. Or like maybe I just found a piece of myself that I had been missing.”

My thumb swept across the apple of her cheek. “It’s all I want, for you to be free.”

“You make me feel that way.”

Nearly came undone when that perfect fuckin’ mouth suddenly latched onto my neck, her tongue stroking out to get a taste of the tats that swirled up my neck.

It happened too fast for me to prepare myself.

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