Page 78 of When He Hunts

She poured a bit more champagne on him. Cold bubbly that she immediately bent to sample. Her warm tongue curled over the head of his bobbing cock. She sucked the tip inside. Pulled him in and moaned around him.

His heels dug into the bed.

He wanted to let go. To explode into her mouth.

I love you.

He’d never had a partner say those words. Not that sex with anyone else had ever come close to the intensity he had with Luna. Everything was different with her.

He was different with her.

I love you.

Hearing those three words from Luna had been almost painful. His chest had grown heavy and tight. His whole body had locked down in instant denial.You can’t love me. I’m not good enough for you to love.

Luna was wide smiles and innocence. She was adventure lists. She was songs on a sultry night.

She deserved to live as much as she could. To laugh as often as possible. To be with someone who didn’t know so much about death.

She licked her way down his dick.

Yeah, he stopped thinking.

I love you.

Her tongue skated along the side of his dick as she licked back up toward the head. Then she opened wide again. Pulled him in deep. Moaned around him once more.

I love you.

He moved in a blur. Had her on her back in two seconds. Pressed his fingers to her, in her, because Ronan had to make certain she was ready for him, and, oh, she was. Wet and hot and so tight. His Luna.

His hand grabbed for a condom. Luna would not leave him with his child in her.

A child. A child with Luna. A life with Luna.

His breath sawed in and out. In and out. He rolled on the condom. Drove into her. They both gasped. He was in so deep. She was so incredibly tight as she squeezed every inch of him. Nothing in the world felt as good as Luna.

A life with Luna.

He withdrew, only to thrust harder. Deeper. She arched up toward him eagerly. Met him with no hesitation. Pulled him closer.

He grabbed her legs. Threw them both over his shoulders so he could get inside her as deep as he could possibly go. He needed to be connected to Luna. To mark her. To bind them. When she was gone, hell, no, he never wanted her to forget him.

He didn’t want some other bastard trying to take his place in her world.

A life with Luna.

Her inner muscles clamped greedily around him. Held him in a fierce grip as she cried out his name. Her pleasure just pushed his forward. A chain reaction as Ronan’s climax flooded through him, and he pumped into her on a seemingly endless wave of release.

A life with Luna.

His teeth snapped together to hold back his roar.

A life with Luna was exactly what he wanted, and it was the one thing he would never have.

Uh,oh.

Luna knew she wasn’t curled up on a mattress. Mattresses were soft and cushiony. She was on top of something hard. Strong.

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