Page 208 of Under an Endless Moon

Hot little sounds kept mewling from her mouth, and I swallowed them whole as I drove her toward the bliss that swarmed around us.

The air alive.

Snapping and buzzing as it encircled us in a hazy cloud of greed.

Pleasure grew and gathered with each rock of my hips, both of us wound so tight as we climbed for that height.

To that place where the two of us reigned.

Where it was just me and Raven and there were no obstacles to be found. The chasms filled and the fractures healed.

“Want to hear my name coming from that sweet mouth when you come, Little Moonflower. Want to hear you shoutin’ it.”

“I’mgoing to?—”

I swept in and took her mouth, stealing the words as I shifted her back, driving into her so fuckin’ hard as I swirled my fingers over her engorged nub.

“Let me have it, Raven. Give me your pleasure.”

“It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

On the next thrust, I felt her splinter apart. An orgasm rending through her on an obliterating wave. Racing through her as she shouted my name.

Nails raked down my back, almost painfully as she flew.

The girl soaring through the night.

She took me with her.

Carrying me on her wings.

That heaven set out above me that I could only reach with her.

A rapture so complete that I was shouting, too, her name forever on my lips.

“Raven. Fuck, Raven.”

I poured into her hot needy cunt, pulsing and pulsing in spastic quakes. My fingers sank into her thighs as I dragged her even closer, so close there was no room for anything else.

Just us.

Just us.

She kept clutching me as she searched for the oxygen that’d gone missing.

Sweat slicked our skin, the flames still licking through us, though they’d been subdued.

Quiet, crackling embers.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I curled an arm up her back and wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, hanging on as I brushed back the hair matted at her temple with the other.

My throat felt sticky and thick.

Too full.

Overwhelmed.

“I love you, Raven Tayte. For every single one of my days.”

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