Page 156 of Under an Endless Moon

His voice was low as he warned, “This is gonna change everything.”

“The second you touched me last night, it already did.”

“And now that you have me, there’s no going back.”

A desirous sound got out of me as he edged into the hazy light of his bedroom. Twilight had taken to the heavens, scattering fading pink wisps and sparkling diamonds that floated through the air.

Otto’s boots thudded heavily across the floor, and one hand glided down and up under my skirt before one of those big hands was palming my bottom.

I whimpered and rocked myself against his abdomen. “Please.”

“There will be no begging tonight, Raven. Gonna give you everything you need.”

Without putting me down, he leaned over and grabbed the comforter and dragged it all the way off before he carefully laid me in the middle of the soft gray sheets.

He remained at the end of the bed. The man a pillar that stared down at me.

A dark defender. Brute strength and bulky intimidation.

But I’d never felt safer. Never felt safer than in the sanctuary of this man.

My burly bear.

I writhed in antsy anticipation. I still had on my heels, and they were planted on the mattress, my hips arching from the bed and sending my skirt to bunch up high on my thighs.

My body afire.

Aglow.

Singed at the searing intensity that blazed from his gaze.

“You have any idea, Raven? What it feels like to have you like this? A needy ball in the middle of my bed, waiting for me to take you? Consume you?”

He reached out and dragged the fingertips of his right hand from my knee down to my ankle.

Sparks flew at the contact.

Enraptured, he watched the movement before his attention flicked to my face.

“Going to possess you the way you’ve been possessin’ me.”

A scoff of a tease gusted out of my lungs. “You think I’m the one who’s been possessing you? I already told you that you are my every fantasy. The face of every desire I’ve ever had.”

My hand slipped from my sternum and down to my stomach. As if it could quell a portion of the necessity that pounded through my bloodstream. Urging me toward one thing.

Him.

Otto groaned as my hand smoothed over my dress, and my knees rocked from side to side in a show of supplication.

His tongue stroked out over his bottom lip. “You sure this is what you want? You sure you want to be mine?” It sounded almost of a threat.

“I already am.”

His expression deepened.

Wicked and ravenous as he took me in.

Slow and sure as if it were marking what was his.

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