Page 43 of When He Hunts

Lightning fast, his hand flew out and curled around her wrist. “Too late.” He hauled her toward him. His mouth crashed down onto hers. Intense. Passionate. Possessive. “Fucking in here,” he muttered against her mouth. “Fantasizing about you.” His tongue thrust deep. Had her moaning. He lifted her into his arms. Kept kissing her, then raised his mouth just enough to growl, “Tried to keep control. Then you showed up.You came to me.”

She kissed his jaw.

He shuddered. “You came to me. Remember that.” He stalked for the bed. Lowered her right in the middle of the mattress, then stared down at her with a gaze that blazed. “And soon you’ll come for me.”

Yes, please.She’d like that. Even if she wasn’t one hundred percent sure it would happen. Because like she’d told him, she’d never really been able to let go during sex. Too afraid. Too hesitant. But she wanted to try.

Her whole body was tense, and nerves twisted her stomach. She needed him. Wanted him with a desperation that she didn’t fully understand. Was it because of adrenaline? The circumstances? Luna didn’t know. Didn’t care, honestly.

She just wanted him.

She reached for him.

But he caught her hands. Leaned over the bed. Pinned her wrists to the mattress. “I told you how this was going to work.Warnedyou.”

He had?

“You’ll come for me, begging, long before my dick enters you.”

She was wet. Her hips were twisting. And all he’d done was kiss her. This was definitely better than it had ever been for her before. “Ronan!”

“Grab the sheets. Don’t move from this spot. Not until I make you come.”

What?

He let go of her wrists. Eased back. He stood on the side of the bed, she was in the middle, with her feet dangling over the edge. He caught her legs, and he hauled the pajama pants and her panties away in one fast yank. She gasped because she was completely naked from the waist down, and he was putting his strong, callused fingertips on the inside of her thighs. Pushing them apart.

“So damn pretty.”

Then his mouth was on her. Just like that.

His warm, wet tongue brushed against her core. A slow, languorous swipe over her clit. She nearly bolted off the bed. Would have, if his hands hadn’t locked around her hips to hold her in place.

“Delicious.”A savage rumble. And then he feasted.

Her wide eyes stared up at the ceiling. Light from the lamp spilled up in a soft glow. Ronan was licking and sucking, and his tongue thrust into her.

Her mouth stretched open wide as she gasped. Even in his hold, her hips surged, but not to get away from him. To get closer.

He lashed her with his tongue. Over and over and over. Her heart drummed in her chest. Her body trembled and ached.

She’d never been more exposed in her life. Never felt more vulnerable. Or more turned on.

Maybe she should tell him this was the first time that a man had gone down on her.

Maybe she should?—

He worked her clit feverishly with his wicked, skilled tongue, and she stopped thinking.

Need flooded through her. A knife’s edge of desire. She was on the precipice of release. She could feel it. A powerful orgasm built up within her. She was close to coming. So close. Luna wanted to get there so very badly.

She heard her own desperate voice. She was saying his name. Chanting it.

One powerful hand left her hip. Slid between her thighs. His fingers stroked her even as his tongue dipped into her once again. Her mouth opened wider, and her head tipped back more as he raked his fingers over the center of her need—and then she was falling. Falling straight over the edge and into the hottest, longest climax of her life.

“Ronan!”

He didn’t stop. His mouth went back to her clit, and he licked and kissed her with a driven and possessive passion that swept away all control. All caution. All she could do was feel. Shudder and tremble and lose her mind to the pleasure that consumed her.

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