Page 246 of The Luna Duet


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She owed me her life.

On multiple fucking occasions.

My kiss turned harder, bruising both of us.

I sucked on her tongue and fisted her breast with bruising fingers.

She’d been born to torment me.

That much was blaringly true.

Her one purpose was to make me love her more than I could bear, waiting to see just how much despair I could survive at the thought of losing her. I’d spent the past five years pledging my every waking moment to keeping her safe.

But now that we were together—married by stars and auroras—the fear of her being ripped from me, by death or other disasters made my fury blaze.

I could spend my entire lifetime fighting to keep her safe.

From everything.

But in the end, the one thing I could never keep her safe from...

Is me.

Feral ferocity roared through me. I fell into a red haze. A haze of passion, punishment, and pain. Biting, kissing, branding my way down her neck, my hand slinked under her back and tore at her bikini bow. She cried out as I ripped the triangles away and threw them behind me.

She shivered as I froze at her bareness. At how hard her nipples were. At how golden her skin gleamed from the sun. With sunshine glowing all around us, she looked exactly like what she’d been on the seafloor. A siren. A nymph. A creature skilled at dooming men and enslaving their mortal souls for all eternity.

Another burst of lusty anger billowed like wildfire in my veins. Ocean droplets fell from my hair as I bent over her and latched my mouth around her left nipple.

I sucked.

Hard.

My teeth teased with barely held restraint.

Her back soared off the deck with a moan.

I wanted more.

I wanted her pleading, begging. I wanted her so undone she remembered nothing but me.

Only me.

My nostrils flared as I wedged a hand on the deck beside her and sucked her other nipple. I claimed it all. I made her writhe. I didn’t care if I granted pleasure mixed with pain.

She deserved it.

Deserved to exist in that mind-shattering, body-scratching, bone-aching state that I was so accustomed to.

She made me feel twisted up and flayed alive every fucking day.

She owed me.

Owed me for all the moments and all the longing.

“This is what you do to me every time you put yourself in danger,” I growled. With my free hand, I tore at my boxer-briefs, shoving them down my legs. Kicking them away, I snatched her hip and slid her beneath me, crashing my entire weight on top of her. “This is how insane you make me.” I pressed my hard cock against her thigh. “This is how desperate you make me.” I ground against her. “This is the pain you cause.”

She cried out as I spread her legs and shot my hand between them.

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