Page 99 of Under an Endless Moon

Take me in.

Consume me.

His words vibrated through me when he murmured, “So fuckin’ tight. Wet and tight and needy. Do you shove that toy deep into this needy pussy when you fuck yourself thinkin’ about me?”

I didn’t think it was even a question. It sounded like a claim.

Lightheadedness swept through me as my head swished back and forth.

I felt half detached. Half grounded.

I could feel him everywhere, though it didn’t feel like it could ever be enough.

He brushed the pad of his thumb over my clit.

The most embarrassing sound crawled up my throat as I clawed at his shoulders. “Oh God, Otto.”

“Listen to you, my name on your tongue. Wait until I have you shouting it.”

“I need…”

“Know what you need. I’m going to give it to you. That’s what this is all about.” He started sweeping the pad of his thumb over my clit.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

“Showing you the way you deserve to be touched. The way you deserve to be adored. The treasure you are.”

Pure electricity.

“I think it’s working,” I told him.

A dark chuckle rumbled in him as he dragged his fingers out.

I nearly cried until he pressed them back in, harder that time,and he swirled his thumb as he did. “The things I want to do to you, Raven Tayte.”

“I want you to. I want you to have me in every way.”

Affliction gripped his expression. “No, baby. We’re not gonna go there. I’m going to show you that you can be touched. Show you that you don’t have to be afraid. Then you can make that choice with a man who deserves you.”

I wanted to argue, but all thoughts left me when he started driving his fingers in and out of me in deep, long strokes, his thumb rolling in time. With each thrust that feeling grew. The sensation crawling out from the secreted places where I’d kept my need for him hidden.

Shrouded and concealed.

I started grinding against his hand. Pleasure building to a breaking point, battering at my insides to get out.

Every cell inside me quickened, and I begged, “Harder.”

I refused to be shy or subdue what I needed. Not with him. Not when I had this chance.

A squeal ripped out of me when I found I was suddenly on my back, laid out on his bed, my legs spread wide as the man hovered over me, eyes wild in the night.

“Fuck me, Raven, what are you trying to do to me?” he grunted.

Everything.

I wanted to do everything he’d done to me to him.

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