Page 55 of Hybrid Moon Rising

Flora shook her head, staring up at him like he made the world. Right now, that’s how it felt.

“Because you are mine.” His eyes glazed over, and he pressed his sweaty forehead to hers. “Say it, Flora. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You.”

He shifted his cock inside of her. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Draven.”

He rocked again, harder this time and pressed a kiss to her temple.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes, and she prayed Draven didn’t see them. There were no words, all rational thought had vacated the premises and she was left with a rush of heightened emotions—adoration, desire, lust, contentment—everything she shouldn’t be allowing herself to feel for him. This wasn’t something that could last. She was almost positive his words were said in the heat of the moment, but she so badly wanted them to be real.

A breath hitched in her throat, and she whimpered. “Draven. More.”

His hips rolled in long deep strokes, hitting a place within her that felt like too much and not enough all at the same time. Flora wrapped her legs around him as he picked up speed, slamming into her again and again.

Her body chased another orgasm, and it felt as though she’d never catch her breath.

“I’m coming,” she cried out.

“Open your eyes, Flora.” Draven commanded, his voice as harsh as the pace of his hips.

As their eyes met, he growled, “I want to see what I do to you. But more importantly what you do to me, how you wreck me.”

Flora sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down as her soul-shattering orgasm reverberated through every part of her.

Draven pounded into her, his piercing emerald gaze filled with what she could only describe as pure ecstasy. He followed her over the edge, an animalistic roar tearing from his lips.

She did that to him.

He lowered his mouth to her neck and pierced the spot he’d run his tongue over earlier.

Flora arched her back and came again on the spot, riding the pleasure his venom provided.

“Damn, you’re delicious when you let go.”

She could say the same about him. Flora had never seen him so unburdened by the world around him.

A smile etched on her lips where words were too hard to form. It was only a moment before Draven’s lips crashed against hers, and he rolled them so she lay on his chest. His heart beat rapidly in time with hers, and Flora wanted to bottle this moment, the hope she felt teasing in her chest. She swallowed against the orgasm that still tingled through her limbs.

What followed was a moment of pleasure-induced clarity she hadn’t expected. She could continue to lie to herself and pretend he was only an experience—that this was all part of their deal, and he hadn’t snuck his way into the fibers of who she was. But lying wouldn't change the fact that when Draven inevitably walked away, he would leave a hybrid-sized hole in her heart that would last an eternity. All she could do right then was hang on for dear life and pray that time wasn’t coming any time soon. She prayed that when it did, there was a big enough needle to sew her back together.

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