Page 157 of Under an Endless Moon

Reaching back, he grabbed the collar of his tee from behind and drew it over his head.

It left him bare from the waist up.

Wings flapped frantically through my belly.

God, no man should be that violently beautiful. A mountain of quavering stone, a mammoth that vibrated in the middle of his room.

So tall he blocked everything out except for the vision of him.

His chest carved and packed and rippling with muscle, every divot and edge of his abdomen flexing with the need that powered through his body.

He reached out and took me by the ankle, and he pressed his mouth to the sensitive flesh as he pulled the Louboutin from my foot. “Gonna fuck you in these heels, and I’m going to do it soon, but tonight, I need you completely bare.”

A tremor rocked through me. “Yes, please.”

A rough chuckle raked his throat. He clearly knew that I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.

Everything, I guessed.

I wanted him in every way.

He did the same with the other foot, peppering kisses around my ankle as he removed my shoe and let it drop to the floor.

He set my feet back onto the mattress, and he didn’t look away from me as he leaned down and unlaced his boots.

My heart jackhammered as I waited for him.

The anticipation growing with each second that passed.

Otto was going to take me.

My insides burned, and need throbbed at my center, an assaultthat battered through my entire being when he slowly pushed to standing.

Rising to that full, intimidating height.

The man a brutal bear.

But I wasn’t afraid.

The air transformed around us, and a whirring hummed in my ears.

The oxygen coming alive, the intensity shifting as he slowly climbed onto the bed.

My legs spread to make him room, and he crawled up to hover over me. On his knees, he planted his hands on either side of my head.

His gaze traced my face. My expression. Searching for my fears. For my belief. For my trust.

I reached up and scratched my fingers through the stubble on his jaw. “I love you.”

It was the one thing he needed to know. The one thing that had the power to erase every doubt and reservation.

He traced the pad of his thumb down the curve of my cheek. “My moonflower. Can’t wait to watch you glow. To see you fully bloom in the middle of the darkness.”

My chest squeezed, swamped by the attention, engulfed by the affection. I wanted to tell him the only thing I saw when I looked at him was a light. A beacon that glowed.

A safe haven.

But there was no chance for that because he dipped down and took my mouth in a kiss.

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