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“Yes. Please,” she purrs.

I don’t waste any time. I won’t take the chance of her getting caught up in her head and denying me what she and I both want. Darting back, I grab her top at the waist and begin shuffling it up until it’s off and I fling it to the side. With practiced ease, I release the clips holding her bra closed and slowly lower the straps down her arms. When she goes to cup herself, hiding those luscious globes from me, I grip her wrist in my hand to halt her.

“Get out of your head, Luna. Let me see you,” I command. Giving her a few moments to collect herself, I slowly move my free hand until it sets under the weight of her breasts. “Beautiful.”

Her breath hitches as I thumb underneath her laden breasts, the pent up tension inside of her gradually starts to ease.

“That’s it, Luna. Let go,” I encourage. “Trust me to take care of you.”

Shifting our positions, I lay her on her back and hover over her. I don’t usually kiss those I bring to my bed, but with her, I want to taste every inch. Leaning down, my tongue swipes her bottom lip until she opens up for me. Once she does, I slide my tongue inside of her mouth and coax hers into tangling with mine.

Sparks of lusts dance behind my eyes, which have stayed steadily attached to hers. This confirms my suspicions that she and I have some sort of metaphysical connection. Our stars aligned on the day we were born. We are spiritually drawn to one another. When that thought drifts through my mind, I momentarily stall. Am I really ready for this? Because once I give into the temptation, my life will no longer belong to me, it’ll be hers.

My fears exit stage right once her fingers rake along my jawline. My dick jerks at her touch and I plunge my tongue back into her mouth, taking possession. Somewhere along the line of us making out, we’ve both shed our clothes. Our skin is touching, our tongues are still dueling, and I barely remember to lift myself away from her and reach into the pocket of my jeans to grab one of the square packages out of my wallet.

“Boy Scout,” she whimpers as she hears the crinkle of the wrapper as I remove the condom and roll it down my shaft, lifting her midsection to where her slick coats my rubber covered dick.

“Realist,” I correct her. “Your protection is my only priority right now. I’m clean, I get tested regularly for insurance purposes, but pregnancy is a concern.”

“Guess we should’ve talked about this before getting started,” she huffs. “I’m on birth control, but since we don’t know each other well enough to trust the other’s word, we should keep theother safe. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and I was tested after that relationship failed. I’m clean, Marcum.”

“I believe you,” I say, my voice coming out raspy.

“Show me what I’ve been missing, Marcum,” she begs. “Please. I ache all over for you.”

“Then let me fix that for you, Moon.”

CHAPTER NINE

KODIAK

Trekkingmy fingers downward to test her readiness, my eyes fly to hers when I feel her honey dripping down her thighs. She may be high-strung in her head about laying with me, a stranger, but her body is telling a different story. She wants me as much as I want her.

“You’re soaked, Moon. Dripping. Your mind and body are at war with one another. Which one is going to win?” I lift my saturated fingers and pop them into my mouth, cleaning the sweet nectar from my digits. Fuck, she tastes like the finest ambrosia, and I’ve had more than my fair share of women over the years. There’s something about a leather-clad, tatted biker that seems to rev a woman’s engine.

“My body,” she moans, arching her back when I insert a finger into her swollen channel.

“That’s my girl,” I chuff, removing my fingers and lining my dick up with her opening. While I want to feast on her, there’s time enough for that later. During round two or maybe round three,who knows? Leaning over, I sip on her lips as I push my length inside of her. Her whimpers aren’t from pain, there are no tears in her eyes.

This is desire.

Eagerness.

A woman ready to let herself free from human sins and experience what it’s like to fly.

“Let’s dance,” I state as I bury myself balls deep inside of her.

Fuck me. She’s so damn tight, I have to start rebuilding an engine in my head to keep from blowing my load like a two pump chump.

“Oh, fuck,” she shrieks as I swivel my hips in an arc, hitting that spot deep inside of her that’ll guarantee she sees stars.

She lifts her legs up and wraps them around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades, giving me that hint of pain I love to experience with my pleasure. As I pound myself inside of her warm, heated depth, I release my inhibitions and allow my inner animal to surface. I nip, pluck, and soothe her lips with my blunt teeth and tongue.

Goosebumps erupt on her skin as I continue my assault. Losing my mind, I begin plunging inside of her, my body now in complete control. She’s so fucking snug and is gripping me like her pussy wants to hold my dick hostage. There are worse ways to go. Biker heaven doesn’t sound like a bad place to spend eternity.

“Marcum,” she mewls, releasing her nails from my flesh and yanking me down until our cheeks are touching. I’m trying to be considerate of the fact that she hasn’t had many lovers, butI want to show her there’s more out there than vanilla fucking. Hell, even missionary, when done right, can be mind-blowing.

I sit up on my hindquarters and anchor her to me, lifting her midsection up and then letting gravity drop her down. We both moan the first time she swallows me whole then it’s as if the floodgates have opened and we more than crave each other, we’re ravenous.

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