Page 50 of Lavender Moon

“Mm-mmm,” she denies with a hum against my back before placing a kiss to the skin. “But it’s okay, you don’t need them right now,” she announces in a sultry voice before one of her hands travels south to grip my hard shaft through my briefs.

Fuuuck…

“Damn,” I huff out with barely any voice to the word. “Baby, what are you doing? I’m all sorts of fucked up right now.”

“I know,” she whispers between the kisses she’s trailing across my back to my shoulder. “I thought I’d take your mind off it for a little while.”

“No, babe, I can’t right now,” I try to tell her gently as I turn to face her. I’ve got one hell of a fucking temper when it comes to Rick Shane, and I learned some valuable lessons in Basic on how to channel it. “I need to go out to the garage for a while… lift weights or hit the bag or something.”

Her pretty brown eyes innocently look me up and down as her pretty lips part, as if in thought. And then, she goes up on her toes and not-so-innocently kisses me.

“Mmmm,” I moan out involuntarily when she licks at my lips before pressing hers against them. “Luna,” I protest in a whisper, “I appreciate it, but I can’t right now. I’ve got to work this anger out.”

“I know,” she whispers again between her mouth’s assault on mine, “and I want to help.” She goes in again, plunging her tongue into my mouth with one hand gripping the back of my neck while the other glides down the front of my abs to find my cock again.

“Fuck,” I husk out, because thirty seconds of her magic and it’s about to explode. “Babe, really… I don’t want to get carried away, or get too rough with you…”

She’s let me be rough with her a number of times, but this is different. Those other times I wasn’t harboring any serious rage beneath my skin. That said, I’m hanging by a goddamn thread here…

“I’ll be the judge of what I can handle,” she purrs against my lips as she lightly rakes her nails up the ridge of my shaft and then back down to give it another squeeze.

“Goddammit, Luna,” I exclaim in a hoarse whisper, and little does she know it’s what she just said that’s doing me in – almost more than her actions.

My hands take purchase on her hips and give them a firm squeeze, just a bit harder than how I normally grab her. Pulling her away just enough to pin her with the most serious glare I have in my arsenal, I pin her with it while flexing my fingers in a borderline bruising grip on her. She takes a sharp intake of breath – but not in the way I expect. Her eyes flutter to a half-closed position, yet I keep our gazes locked as I take hold of her chin.

“Please,” she whispers as I bring my lips a hair’s-breadth from hers.

“You know what to say… if I take it too far. You say stop.”

Her brown pools shine a lighter shade, the gold rings around her pupils practically glowing as she nods. “Take what you want so I can take it all away.”

The last syllable is barely out of her mouth before I place a sweet, light kiss to her lips – a promise that her Kaleb will be coming back without a second to spare – before swiftly shifting gears and whirling her around and pushing her against the wall.

“Oh,” she gasps out as I take hold of her hands and pin her wrists together above her head. Pulling her hair to the side with my other hand, I latch my mouth onto the side of her neck, sucking ferociously on the skin a moment before clamping down just enough to make her yelp. Ripping my mouth away, I look to her, making sure she’s not in any pain or distress.

I release her wrists, yet she still holds them in place above her head.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise before reaching around to snap the clasp on her jeans before jerking them harshly down her hips and giving her ass a hard smack.

“Ah!” she cries out but I keep going, slapping the other side before crouching down and moving the violet lace of her panties out of the way just enough so that I have room to sink my teeth into her right ass cheek. “Ooh,” she breathes out, her breathing becoming labored, and she barely has time to catch her next breath before I take a better hold of the panties, and with a brutally sharp yank of my arm, they tear away from her body.

She gasps again as I toss the lacey scraps to the floor and whirl her body towards the bed, throwing her down on the mattress. She only has the time it takes me to shuck my briefs down to find her bearings before I’m on top of her, pinning her wrists above her once again.

“Ohhh…” she moans – actually moans – and the approving sound both surprises me and fuels me to take it farther. I reach beneath her to find her pussy hot and throbbing for my invasion, and waste no time lining my cock up with her entrance.

“Sure you want this?” I growl between clenched teeth right in her ear as my left hand leaves her wrists to take a fistful of her hair.

“Fuck me, soldier,” she barely puffs out from beneath my weight, and I oblige by driving forward, entering her with a deep, sharp thrust that makes her cry out, the sound prompting me to do it again. But it’s her next words that really make me let go. “Is that all you’ve got?” she pants out, and I rear back and barrel forward again and again, pounding into her with fierce, punishing strokes.

A beast has taken over as I completely abandon any inhibitions I had. My anger at Rick Shane and his fucking nerve to walk this earth, let alone stick his nose in my business, take the form of blazing hot flames behind my squeezed eyelids. With every pass, I visualize some of the flames abating, albeit minimally, but enough to spur me on, drilling Luna as hard as I can. With every thrust, I shift my body forward as much as hers will allow, putting all my strength behind it, just to see those flames die just a little more.

My hand grips her hair harder and I pull hard enough for her head to tilt back towards mine, her feral whimper dousing the flames a little more. Releasing her hair, my hand travels down her neck and snakes around to the front of her throat. The vibration of her moans and cries are like a rainy mist over the fire, just like when Luna came to me that night in the bathroom after that asshole, Ryan, shot his mouth off, it settles the fire in a beautiful, calming way.

I love Luna for what she’s doing for me right now; trying to give me a channel, an outlet for my temper… but now, I want the mist.

Slowing my strokes and releasing her throat, I gently pull out of her.

“Kaleb?” she pants, trying to look at me over her shoulder.

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