He grips either side of my face as he kisses me with all the fiery passion of a bursting star.
I melt, groan into his mouth, hanging off him like a flopped wing.
“Again, Moonbeam.Please,” he rumbles against my lips, charming me into a looseness I haven’t felt since I was last in his arms.
I gather every bit of fierce pride and possessive hunger thrumming through my veins, pool it in my chest, and brew it into four impenetrable words of proclamation. “You’remine, Kaan Vaegor.”
He groans. Nuzzles my neck and brands me with a hot kiss, then drags his canines across my skin.
I almost beg him to bite down. Pin me against the wall with his teeth.
Markme—
I’m lifted with the ease of someone barely boasting their full might. In my next breath, I’m tilting backward, draped against the spring’s edge on a patchy spread of moss.
He grips my leg. Pushes it back and bares me, his eyes molten swirls that hold me captive while helowers …
His mouth claims me with such carnal devotion I cry out, shuddering from the eager lash of his tongue. From the way he worships every intimate part of my core; a feasting beast determined to leave no scraps.
His grip dimples my skin as he spears his tongue into my heat.
“Oh my—Creatorrrrs …” I squirm, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle my syrupy groans. Stop them from blaring through the meadow, attracting attention.
Hungering sounds vibrate into me, making it feel as though every nerve is one tongue-flick away from bursting their seams.
Spilling me.
His bulky shoulders flex as he shifts, using his fingers to part me, givingbetter access to that throb of nerves. I expect him to attack it with the same ruthlessness, but his movements turn languid, attention homed on that sensitive spot, circling in wet, torturous turns.
Flicking with the tip of his tongue.
Sucking with a gentleness that has me stuffing my fist in my mouth to plug the scream threatening to blast free. Desperate to have more of him.
Allof him.
A savage sound moves up my throat as I claw at his back, trying to drag him up so he can push into me. Hard.
Fast.
But he’s a mountain. Unmovable.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, twin embers glinting between my spread thighs. “You’re not in charge right now, Raeve …”
Fuck off, I’m not.
My hackles rise, every instinct roaring for me to slash and snarl until he’s pinned beneath me, admitting howverywrong that statement is.
I open my mouth—
“I am,”he growls, splaying his hand across my lower abdomen. Hepresses—taming the wild thrust of my hips. His other tightens on my thigh, like he’s pinning down a wriggling meal. The only warning I get before his tongue spears deep.
Swirls around.
Thrusts again.
All my strength evaporates.
My head falls back, spine bowing. Plump prey spreading itself against the stones, all but begging to be eaten.
