Page 100 of Lunar Desires
Quickly, he went from a slow and steady rhythm, to thrusting with unbridled exuberance. Flesh slapping on flesh, cranking the heat, propelling me toward the exquisite edge again.
His fingers pressed into my skin, his grunts a delicious song. I panted his name, my toes curling.
“You feel so good,” he said.
I pushed myself up, keeping him inside me, turning my head for our lips to collide. He growled into my mouth, his arm sliding across my chest, fingers tweaking a nipple.
“So fucking hot,” he said between kisses, slamming harder into me, keeping me in this upright position.
I touched myself gently, wrestling his tongue with mine. “Drake…”
Thrust, thrust, thrust. “Riley…” He pushed me back onto all fours, going for the final stretch now. Pounding me to nirvana, the bed squeaking, drawing cry after cry from me.
“Drake…” This was it, this was it.
“Cum for me, sexypie.” He strengthened his grip on my hips, striking my sweet spot, catapulting me into bliss.
I climaxed at the same time as him, really messing up those sheets, panting his name while he filled me with his own heat, collapsing in ecstasy.
Spent, he pulled out of me, slapping both cheeks. “You’re incredible.” He threw himself beside me, claiming my mouth with his.
We made out for a good ten minutes before hitting the shower and changing the sheets.
Wow. The man knew how to fuck the gloom away.
Once we were clean, he went to the desk, picking up the piece of paper he’d been sketching on. He was shirtless, only wearing some booty hugging boxers. Resplendent in the glow of the lamp.
I propped myself up on my elbow, taking him in. “What are you doing?”
He came over, handing the sketch to me. “This is for you.”
I sat up. “What… Oh my God.”
Me. It was me, drawn as a manga character. Open shirt, standing on a cliff edge, the moon in the background. Looking like a total bad arse, and hot as hell. He’d really done me a massive service here.
I blushed a little. “This is amazing.”
“I want to color it, but…thanks.” He rubbed his neck shyly.
In the bottom right corner was his signature, and a title:My Lunar Desire.
I met his dark, dewy eyes, my heart hiccuping. “Drake…”
He cupped the side of my face. “You are my lunar desire. You’re my heart’s desire. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Ooo did my face heat. “Drake, I… You’re going to make me cry.”
He cupped my other cheek. “As long as they’re happy tears. I only want to bring you happy tears. Or no tears at all.”
I giggled, his adorable words melting me into a gooey, romantic puddle. “You are all sorts of fabulous. This is such a lovely gift. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
That got me a deep kiss and another round of sex.
Yum.
Just yum.
At half twoin the morning, we sat on my bed eating cookies while I told him about Juliet’s diary. He hung on every word, completely rapt. I’d noticed that about him. How he made you feel like the most important person in the room.
