Page 170 of Under an Endless Moon

Raven went wild, gasping and begging. “Yes.”

“Wait until it’s my cock filling this tight hole.”

A discordant sound climbed out of her, heat sprawling far and wide, radiating from her being and into mine.

I pushed my thumb deeper on the next thrust, picking up a heedless rhythm as I filled her again and again.

“Otto, oh my God, please…” Her words were garbled, incoherent, her flesh slicked with a sheen so bright I swore that she glistened.

A glittering diamond.

A moonflower blooming in the night.

I wound my other hand around her front so I could get to that bud, and I rubbed at that sweet little nub.

In one single second, she was wound into a thrashing, urgent bow.

Energy thickened. The air so dense I could barely drag oxygen into my aching lungs, our grunts and pleas thick vapors that curled around us like smoke.

A hazy perfection that made me lose sight.

The only thing I could see was her. This fucking stunning girl.

She exploded around me, an orgasm ripping through her so fiercely that she screamed.

Shattering.

Erupting.

Fracturing.

She throbbed and spasmed around me, and that bliss gathered strength, prowling up and down my spine like a predator hunting its prey.

I hauled her up, turning her in my arms at the same second as I was spinning around and pressing her to the door of the refrigerator.

Surprise left her on a gush, then she moaned when I shoved my dick back into the warm, wet well of her perfect body. She arched, nails scratching at my back as I took her whole.

“Need to see your face when I come in this sweet pussy. Need to see that you’re mine.”

I rocked into her in hard, possessive thrusts, taking her and taking her, driving myself to that plane that I’d never dared to believe could exist.

A plane that was meant only for Raven and me. A place only our own.

Paradise.

Raven started moaning again, pleasure rebounding.

“Come for me again, Little Moonflower.”

I snapped my hips in erratic, powerful juts, plunging into her and driving her up the side of the refrigerator before she would drop down and I slammed back into her again.

Her fingers yanked at my hair as she arched forward.

“Do you feel it? What you do to me?” I demanded. “Show me what I do to you.”

She split at that, shooting high as she cried my name.

She took me with her. An explosion of ecstasy breaking free of its chains and lighting through the middle of me.

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