Page 81 of The Moonstone Major
By loving her.
She saw everything in the steel glint of his eyes, that hot and dangerous glint. But she had not a moment’s fear, for amid the turmoil was Fionn at his essence, a man who trusted her with his heart and would always be incredibly protective of her.
Which was why she did not leap off the bed and cry out in alarm when he used his broad shoulders to ease her legs apart and then, shockingly, lower his mouth to the intimate spot between her thighs.
“Dear heaven!”
He began tolickher there with his tongue.
She gasped, for it was the most wickedly wanton thing she had ever experienced, but she was going to do him bodily harm if he dared stop.
Thankfully, he did not.
He suckled and teased her until she begged for mercy and cried out in utter surrender, but he pressed on and would not relent even though there was nothing left of her but a molten core.
She gripped his hair with one hand and the coverlet with the other, tugging on both as her body turned to fire. “Dear heaven, don’t stop.”
Flames tore through her, the scorching heat relentless so that she simply turned to cinders. In the next moment, she cried out and shattered into a thousand fiery embers that floated toward the stars.
Moan after moan of pleasure escaped her lips while he now took her into his arms and held her possessively. He caressed her cheek and told her how much he loved her.
When she gazed at him, his eyes were the dark steel of a raging sky.
When she calmed, Fionn’s gaze also softened, and he cast her a smug grin, for he was obviously quite pleased with himself.
“I suppose you are congratulating yourself on your prowess.”
“You were beautifully responsive, love.”
Because she had been howling just as he had predicted she would.
“Stop gloating, you evil man.” But she laughed and snuggled against him, for mingled with his victorious joy of conquest was also his breathtaking love for her. She had never seen him so content or known his heart to be so light and carefree. “You are a beast,” she said with another soft laugh. “You might have warned me this would happen.”
His smile was as genuine and unrestrained as she had ever seen it, and for the first time, she realized he had dimples.
Sweet, youthful dimples.
“I love you, Fionn,” she whispered with so much feeling, her voice shook.
He caressed her cheek. “I love you too, my beautiful Chloe.”
She allowed him to revel in his moment of triumph, simply smiling as he studied her in fascination.
Was she also not victorious? What would it take to return the favor and pleasure him? Assuming he permitted such a thing.
She asked him.
He rolled onto his back and roared with laughter. “Blessed saints, you will turn me ravenous and uncontrollable. I love you, Chloe. But you arenotreturning the favor tonight.”
She sighed. “All right.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “How do you feel, love?”
She looked up at him and grinned. “Quite womanly.”
He sank back beside her and drew her into the circle of his arms. “You were splendid.”
“You did all the work. I merely responded.”
