Page 68 of Moonmarked

My hips shot up, desperate to take him deeper, but Rune didn’t let me. He trailed kisses down my stomach, then went on his knees in front of the table, in front of me. He put my thighs over his shoulders and licked me once, lightning fast.

“Fuck, so sweet…” he whispered, and his breath teased my wet folds like a dream.

“Rune!” I cried out in complaint because I needed him up here first.

But I should have guessed that he would know better even before he said, “Let me have my feast first, Wildcat,” and dove in.

His mouth closed over my clit and he did whateverit was that he did with his tongue, and my soul about left my body. Each one of my muscles locked down, and for a moment there, while the ripples of pleasure went through me, I couldn’t even scream. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink, just stared at the white ceiling of whatever room we were in.

Then Rune got to work.

His fingers were inside me, curved up so that every little movement felt like a mini-orgasm building up toward the final one. His tongue teased my clit,slowly,way too slowly, and with his other hand he held my hips down, pressed on my pelvis with exactly the right pressure.

I was begging again, and I didn’t even realize it until he whispered, “That’s it, wilding. Beg for me like you were made for it.”

And I was. The way his name rolled off my tongue and my body moved in perfect rhythm to match his—I was made for him, too. Otherwise, how in the world would this feelthisgood?

I begged and I pleaded, I screamed and whispered his name, and finally Rune showed me mercy. Finally, he pressed his tongue on my clit and thrust another finger inside me, moved faster until I was shaking on his table, and he didn’t stop even when the orgasm hit.

He kept going and it made the feeling last a long,longtime, until I had no more voice to scream with, and no more energy left in me to even move my hips.

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He fellon top of me right there on the table. His elbows were on the sides of my head, his hand on my cheeks, touching me as he looked at me, like he was fascinated by my face all over again.

My eyes were only half open, but my energy levels were climbing up quickly, especially since I could feel his cock against my center. His smooth length felt like heaven against me, and each time he thrust his hips forward a little to tease me, the need for him intensified.

Rune kissed my lips slowly as I reached up my hands to touch him, caress his back, his arms, pull him to me a little harder. It was the perfect moment. The silence was only interrupted by the crackling of a fire somewhere close by, and the noises of complaint the table underneath us made. My legs were finally strong enough to wrap around his hips, and we moved in a slow rhythm, taking our time, lost in that soft, sweet kiss still.

“I’ve dreamed about this every day, every hour,” Rune whispered against my lips, as he slowly moved back a little,and positioned himself lower, until the tip of him pressed against my center.

My muscles locked tightly again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I’ve imagined you like this a thousand times,” I said, and it was the truth. Even when I’d been on the brink of death or sleeping in a hole in the fucking ground, I’d pictured him like this, over me, panting, our lips touching. I’dwantedthis even then—to be with him. Tobe his.

Rune closed his eyes, brows narrowed, his lips on my chin, and he slowly began to ease himself inside me. We didn’t need our hands at all—our bodies knew each other in detail by now. I was so wet, and he was so hard and so smooth, that he slid inside me with ease. There was no pain while he stretched me wider and wider, only pure pleasure that slipped into every cell of my body.

Until he was inside me all the way. Until we were one for real.

Rune stopped there, and his arm slipped underneath me, wrapped around my shoulders. He held me like he thought I might disappear any second, and I fucking adored him for it. I closed my eyes and I breathed, my mind peaceful for once, my soul calm.

That’s where we stayed for a good moment, our eyes closed, our breaths tangled, our bodies belonging to each other fully. With Rune it was never justsex—it was connection. I gave him a part of me when we were like this, and he gave me a part of him in return.

Then he leaned his head back a little, and when I opened my eyes, I found his wide and shimmering silver, a small, sneaky smile stretching those gorgeous lips.

My poor heart fell on her face, forgot that it was supposed to beat for a second there.

I reached out my hand to his cheek, and I thought myself the luckiest girl in the universe.

“Are you ready for me, Wildcat?”

“I was born ready for you, Mr. Moody,” I said breathlessly.

His grin could easily convince me to set the world on fire. “Then allow me”—he turned his head mid-sentence and kissed the palm of my hand before he continued—“to fuck you until neither of us can stand anymore. That sound good?”

Fuck! I was alreadythisclose to coming again when I nodded a million times. “Yes, mhm, yes,” I choked out, and he kissed my hand again and my lips before he let go of me. He stood up straight near the table, looked down at me naked and spread out before him. His hands were everywhere on me, and his cock was buried so deep inside me I felt him to my very core.

Rune paused for a second while he gripped my hips tightly.

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