“You still with me?” he rumbles against my ear. A baritone taunt that hooks me right in the nerves.
I snarl.
In a lash of motion, I heave my arm free, upper body twisting, hand clawed into his hair. Have him nose to nose with me while I seethe through gritted teeth.
But one look at the jesting smile spread across his handsome face and I’m a spent breath, groaning through three syrupy words. “You have me.”
I smash our mouths together.
His hand comes up to spread across my jaw as we hunger—tongues lashing. A pointless battle for dominance.
He already won. Did the moment I heard his song in the meadow, luring me forward.
Kaan feeds me a throaty sound that vibrates through my body, pooling heat low in my groin.
I push against him, urging him to thrust.
He rolls his hips, retreats, then spears up with such might that my breasts bounce. Stroking that deep spot that melts me from the inside out.
I barely have a moment to catch my breath before he repeats the motion. Again.
Again.
Unrelenting, he tweaks my nipple, causing a clash of sensations, each claiming strike softening me a little more. Smudging everything but the feel ofhimpounding into me and the sharp pinch of his canines threatening to pierce the skin in the dip of my neck.
He eases his hand between my legs and strums that yearning nub of nerves, his fingers wet.
Determined.
I’m struck with a cresting pulse that catches me off guard, making my muscles clamp—
“Kaan,I’m—”
“Everything,”he growls, all but crushing me within the bind of his arm as I writhe, buckled by the decadent throb of my release.
Rendered breathless.
Willing prisoner to the dominant strokes kneading me from within. Like Kaan’s facing me on a battlefield, meeting me blow for blow until I’m too weak and malleable to defend myself.
Every nerve in my lower stomach, hips, and thighs turns to lava, molding around his stony heft …
I’m still being lashed by the ebbing shock waves when his grip loosens.
He urges me forward until my chest is pressed against the moss-covered stone, his touch skating down my curving spine. He grips my hips and pulls my ass flush against him, then continues to thrust to the beat of a slow-rolling tide.
But the angle he has me, the way he’s moving, filling me … I feel himeverywhere. I’ve never been so bared, swollen,hot.
“Grab something, Moonbeam.”
I have enough wherewithal to abide, reaching forward to wedge my fingers in a crevice.
“Don’t let go.” He pulls back and punches his hips forward—scattering my pulse. Feeds me such dominant strikes of pleasure that I’m hinging on another crest in record speed, except this one feels like it’s spawning from somewhere deeper. From so far within me that I’m convinced it’s going to split me apart from the inside—
He pulls out.
The world blurs as I’m spun.
Lifted.
