Page 195 of Under an Endless Moon

Carefully, I moved, slipping out from under the sheets and swinging a leg over his middle. As if he sensed the movement in his sleep, he followed the action, his hands gliding over my bottom and up to my waist as he rolled onto his back.

He groaned when I pressed myself against his cock. He was hard, so big beneath me that I had to wonder if what he’d been chasing behind his closed lids was me.

I thought maybe so because when they fluttered open there wasno surprise on his face. There was only a cocky contentedness in the tweak of the smile that stretched across his full, plump lips.

I rolled slowly over him, making that smile grow.

“What do you think you’re doin’?”

My own grin took to my mouth, and I tried to play coy. “What does it look like I’m doing? Wishing you happy birthday, obviously.”

His hands smoothed back down my bottom as I slowly rocked over him. “Best fuckin’ birthday I’ve ever had. Waking up with you like this. A goddess hovering over me with the sun shining all over her stunning face.”

I edged forward, planting a hand on the mattress beside his head so I could whisper close to his lips. “And it’s only six in the morning.”

I had on a tank, and he reached over and pushed the fabric up a fraction to reveal the words tattooed on my side. Gentle fingertips trailed up the ink as if he were making the statement for me.

I will make it to the sunrise.

Here, with him, I wanted to stand in the sun.

Still, his voice was a grumble as he said, “And you’re supposed to be resting.”

My head barely shook. “I’m fine. I don’t even have a headache.”

“Raven,” he started to argue, and I closed the distance between our mouths, breathing the words through the brush of my lips. “I intend on celebrating you all day, Otto Hudson. Again and again. In every way that brings you pleasure.”

“Raven.” That time my name was a needy moan, and a ripple of satisfaction went blazing when I realized he was giving in.

He nudged me back so he could stare up at me, and a big hand cupped my cheek. “Are you sure you’re not hurting?”

“Oh, I’m hurting, Otto. Aching because I’m empty, and only you can fill me up.” I went for flirty. A tease. Hoping he would take the bait because I truly was hurting.

Hurting because of the way I needed him. The way I always had, and now that he was mine, I wanted to sate that need time and again.

Forever.

Endlessly.

“Yeah, you have that seduction part down pat, don’t you, Little Moonflower? You know I can’t deny you.”

“Why would you want to?”

He sat upright, bringing our chests flush. Flames sparked at the connection. A greedy sound worked its way up my throat, and my nails sank into his bare shoulders.

The muscles flexed and danced below them, his strength undulating through me on a wave.

“I can’t, Raven. Can’t resist you any longer.” His voice was hoarse.

Our noses were an inch apart, and my eyes flicked all over his face. “That’s because this is exactly where you’re supposed to be. Here, like this. With me. No longer denying what we were meant to be.”

“Is this what you were meant to be, Little Moonflower? Mine?”

“Yes. Just like you were meant to be mine.”

“Then it sounds like this is definitely going to be the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“I think I know how to make it even better,” I murmured as I edged back so I could pull him from his briefs.

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