Page 71 of When He Hunts

Oh, the usual. He was going to stay in darkness while his one bit of light was taken from him. The champagne dripped over his hand. “I have an idea.” He turned back for her.

Her nipples were tight. Her breasts firm and round. Her eyes stared at him. Wide. Her lush mouth was swollen from his kiss.She’s mine.“Get flat on the mattress.”

Hesitating just for a moment, she did.

He eased down on the bed. Then, lifting the bottle and holding it so carefully, he poured some of the champagne onto her left nipple.

She gasped and shivered against the bed. “Ronan!”

“Did I ever tell you, the first time we met…I thought you smelled like champagne and roses?” And now they were surrounded by champagne and roses.

“It was my body lotion,” she whispered.

“I thought it was fucking delicious.” He lowered his head toward her wet nipple. Took a long lick. Sucked. Tasted. “Delicious.”

She moaned beneath him. Her hands grabbed for the sheets.

He licked up every bit of champagne. Then it was only fair to taste the other nipple. Not like he could have that one feeling left out. He held the bottle over her. Poured the bubbly onto her breast.

“Ronan.”

He licked up the drink. Savored it on his tongue the way he liked to savor her. Lapped up every single drop of the champagne. She twisted and heaved beneath him.

“I am so fucking thirsty,” he told her. He eased down the bed. Caught her panties and started to haul them down her legs.

The panties tore. “Whoops.” Totally unapologetic. He’d wanted the panties gone. Now they were. Perfect. He tossed the panties. Kicked off his shoes and climbed between her spread legs. He parted her legs wide so that he could enjoy the view.

Then he brought his champagne bottle close.

“Ronan!”

His gaze lifted—reluctantly—from the prize that he couldn’t wait to taste.

“You’re not…are you seriously going to?—”

“Going to lick champagne from that sweet pussy?”

Her eyes widened.

“Absolutely. Consider this an item onmyadventure list.”

Then he poured the champagne down on her.

She jerked beneath him. Her eyes widened even more. His head lowered, and he put his mouth right where he wanted it to be. Then he licked. Lapped. Felt his control shatter because he was tasting champagne and Luna.

His Luna.

The taste was intoxicating. Better than anything in his whole life. She was better. She was his, and he didn’t want to let go. Not fucking ever.

He poured more champagne on her. In her. Sipped it from her. Licked and sucked and he could taste champagne and her pleasure as she climaxed against his mouth. A powerful wave of pleasure that made her whole body quake.

That wasn’t enough for him. There was still more champagne left. He poured more. Let the liquid drizzle onto her. Followed it with his tongue. Into her. Sweeping over her folds. Lapping at her clit. Again and again and again.

She gasped his name. Came a second time on a powerful shudder that shook her whole body.

He poured more. He could not get enough of her. Would never get enough. He wanted her to come for him until she couldn’t move. Until she could barely breathe. Until she knew that no one on this planet would ever give her more pleasure than he could.

“Ronan!”

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