Page 117 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
My body melts.
He breaks the kiss and, with a dark, husky voice, says, “I love you, too. I’ve loved you for far too long, love.”
Then believe in us. Don’t push me to him,I think behind the wall I built in my mind, knowing he won’t hear my words.
Neither of us speaks the word mate.
He doesn’t believe we are. And the word holds no weight for me in this moment.
My hands rake over his bare chest, slinking between us to grab the waistband of his jeans. I get the button and zipperundone while keeping my lips locked on his. I’ve never been so hungry for him. So needy to have him thrust inside me, trying desperately to show him that we belong together. That we’re more than just lovers. Or if love is all we have, then that’s enough.
His hands are just as frantic on my body as he rips my shirt, pants, bra, and underwear from my body in the time it takes me to slide his pants down his legs.
We’re outside and the air is cold, but neither of us is bothered by it. Not when we’re together.
Before he gets a chance to protest, I’ve knelt before him in the grass, my mouth wrapping around his thick cock, humming my lips as I pump him, knowing he’s fully under my control right now. I feel powerful as he fists my hair and watches me through hazy eyes, looking down at me as I pump my lips along his cock.
He lets me do it for one, two, or three strokes before he starts roaring. Snow begins to fall from the sky, hitting our skin as he yanks me up with one arm. I wrap my legs around his waist.
“My turn,” he says before kissing me.
Before I can take another breath, my back is against a tree, my thighs are spread, and he’s on his knees in front of me, kissing me like he wants to worship me for hours.
But I give him the same courtesy he gave me. One, two, three…
I shove him hard until he falls to the ground on his back. I dive on top of him, the snow hitting us harder now, blanketing our bodies in a thin layer of snow that we ignore.
“I need you,” I pant.
“I need you more.” He angles our bodies, easily sliding his cock into me without separating us. I feel like I’m crushing him as he glides in and out of me, gently stretching me as he fucks me.
He kisses me just as tenderly. Sweetly under the stars with the snow frosting my back.
He rolls us until I’m underneath him, shielding me from the brunt of the snow and cold. But the cold doesn’t bother me, not with him.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“Me too.”
“We aren’t supposed to love each other, are we?”
“No.”
My breath hitches as he dives deeper inside me, my walls tighten around him, pulling him deeper. We arch together.
“This is a dream,” I whisper.
“Or a nightmare.”
“You really think there’s no chance I’ll choose you?”
He thrusts harder, ignoring me. And I have no choice but to follow his lead. My mind can’t focus on anything but us.
As the snow falls harder, the flakes start sticking to my eyelashes. Regular people would shiver from the cold, but we’re not like them. We actually welcome the cold, the darkness, and the night.
His pace increases, and the friction between us has me hurtling closer to the edge of my orgasm. He shifts ever so slightly, knowing exactly how to angle our bodies to bring the most pleasure.
The runes on my body return, shining bright gold in the darkness. His scars seem to shimmer as well in sync with my own.
