Page 97 of Under an Endless Moon

“I just need to know that you won’t regret this, Raven.” Otto reached up and brushed his fingers through my hair, eyes brimming with sincerity. “I need to know that things won’t change between us. Need to know I’ll always be your favorite person the way you’ll always be mine. Can’t stand the idea of anything coming between us.”

Maybe we were both fools for thinking we could maintain who we’d always been, but as far as I was concerned, everything had changed anyway. When he’d walked in on me, and I’d bared myself to him the way I had. The way I didn’t cower or hide but instead had continued, silently begging him to join me.

Tonight had been my breaking point when he’d asked about my book. The culmination of everything I’d tried to keep tapped.

My truth exploding from my mouth because I was so finished pretending. So sick of holding it in.

There was no going back on this.

“I would never regret a second spent with you, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to like you even better after you touch me. You’re about to take favorite to new levels.”

Somehow, I found the tease, my lips pulling up on the side, though that smile was completely obliterated when Otto suddenly flew up to sitting.

He wound a hand up in my mess of hair that I’d let down when I’d come to bed, and he jerked my face close to his, our lips almost touching.

His other arm banded around my waist, keeping me plastered to his chiseled front, and my legs were wrapped around his waist and tucked up close to his cock.

I gulped around the thickness in my throat. I’d imagined what he’d be like so many times, sure just from the brutal size of him that he’d be huge.

But this…this was so much more than I’d dared to imagine. The enormous press of him where he slowly rubbed himself against my center.

“Definitely, definitely my favorite person,” I wheezed as I dug my nails into his shoulders.

He grinned. Grinned this salacious smile that tumbled through me like a dream.

Warmth and light.

Freedom.

That’s what this was.

The letting of my chains.

“We’re gonna see if we can discover a few more favorites for you, darlin’.”

Then he softened. “But if you get scared or nervous oruncomfortable, I need you to say it. Will never forgive myself if I take it too far, so I’m going to do my best to take it slow.”

“I’m not sure I can handle slow.” I wiggled on his lap.

He grunted a gluttonous sound. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make my moonflower come. Right now. Going to watch her blossom in the night. Can’t wait to watch you glow.”

I let go of a shallow breath, and the fire spread as he began to grind against me.

Achingly slow as he watched me carefully, searching for any signs of distress.

A vibrancy raced beneath my skin, and I rocked myself against him. Sparks lit at the contact. Tiny flickers of bliss that flamed just beneath the surface.

Otto studied me, his chin just lifted as I rolled over him, his breaths shallow grunts as he gazed at me like he both wanted to protect me and set me free, one hand still twisted tight in my hair as if it was the only thing keeping him controlled.

“You good with that?” he asked in that rumbly voice.

I ground harder against him. “I need more.”

A chuckle rolled through him as he yanked me closer against him. “Eager girl. Don’t rush it. We’ve got all night. I’m going to take care of you.”

The problem was, I wanted to rush toward this feeling that was taking me over all while finding a way for it to never end.

His mouth came to my ear, and his voice dipped into a gruff command. “Get up onto your knees.”

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