Page 89 of Marked By Moonlight
I grin. “Yes, please.”
Before the words leave my mouth, I find myself on the ground with Ambrose hovering over me with a vicious smile on his lips as his eyes glow bright again. The ground is hard beneath me, the soft moss we are lying on is not doing much to warm or soften the ground. But I could care less where we are or how uncomfortable the ground is. All I want is him. Now.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine.”
I blush. “Technically, I’m not yours yet. Not until that monster cock of yours enters me.”
“So impatient.” He kisses me tenderly as our fingers interlink, and he stretches my arms over my head, exposing all of my body to him. Starting at my neck, he kisses down until he reaches the swell of my breasts, where the glowing rune is inked into my flesh.
Shadows swell in his eyes as his body hardens on top of me. His tongue laps over the marks as his hair brushes over my skin. I expect them to be sensitive, like a tattoo fresh on my skin. But the marks aren’t a tattoo; they’re magic. His tongue sends a rush of hunger over my heated skin.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans as his tongue sweeps down over each nipple. Wetness pools between my legs, and I know he can feel it dripping onto his cock, as it’s pushed hard against my opening without entering me.
“Please,” I whimper, not sure I’ll survive if he doesn’t fuck me soon.
He responds by moving his lips lower down my body until his cock moves from the sweet spot where I’ve been aching all nightfor him. Our fingers are still linked as he kisses over my mound, and I willingly spread my legs for him.
He breathes over my clit, and I shiver despite not being the least bit cold. And then his tongue licks over the sensitive bundle of nerves. With that simple sweep, I feel like I’m about to combust. Shockwaves shoot through my body.
“Ambrose, I can’t…”
“I know.”
And then I feel him at my slick entrance, and suddenly, there’s a drop of fear. I squeeze my eyes shut, terrified of what’s about to happen, as memories of earlier tonight start flashing through my thoughts.
Hands, so many hands are gripping me. I’m not on the forest floor but held in the air. A rougher tongue is licking me. And…
“Look at me, Lumi.”
I take a deep breath, and then I open my eyes, hating that he can see the fear that decided to make a reappearance at the worst possible moment.
“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry about what happened to you. I didn’t have any control over what your initiation would be, and if I had known, I would have never allowed you to initiate. I hate that you went through that. We don’t have to do this—”
“Yes, we do. I want this. I don’t know why the thoughts flickered into my head. It’s not like anything really happened. I broke free of the spell before anything could.”
Concern fills his eyes. “Don’t do that. That wasn’t nothing. If I could take the memory away, I would.”
“You can. Replace it with you. Make everything we went through worth it.”
“Are you sure?” He studies me closely, like my body might betray me despite what I say.
“Yes.”
“Is this your first time?”
My mouth falls open, shocked that he knows that. I’m twenty-one, and I’ve never been fucked. Never had a one-night stand. Never had a real lover. But I can’t hide that fact from him.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling.
He releases one of my hands long enough to stroke his thumb across my lower lip. “You have nothing to be afraid of. I won’t hurt you.”
I blush. “I’m not afraid of the pain of fucking a man for the first time. I’m afraid of what it means. What if we realize we aren’t mates?”What if the thoughts of what happened earlier tonight flood my head again?
His eyes widen in shock. “Not possible. We are mates. Sexual compatibility won’t change anything. And even if the first time isn’t as magical as I know it will be, we have time to practice and make it better. And I plan on practicing over and over and over until I learn every erotic place on your body.”
I smile up at him.
“And trust me, you’ll only think of me when I fuck you.”
