Page 78 of Moonlight and Mischief
“Good. Make me yours.” I nip his bottom lip, smiling back at him as his eyes widen. His surprised expression melts away to the cocky smirk I love so much.
He exhales, eyes narrowing. His lips skim over my skin again. “I want to claim you so badly. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, mark me,” I urge boldly.
His growl rolls into a groan. “I don’t want to rush this because we’re in this situation with tomorrow being dangerous.”
“I don’t care the situation, I want you,” I argue, suddenly impatient.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes, please, baby,” I beg, knowing how much he loves it. To emphasize my point, I hook my legs around his.
“I love you,” he says, kissing me before I can answer. When he breaks away, I echo him. Reaching up, I thread my fingers through his damp hair.
His eyes are so dark, the aqua is a glowing rim. Hesitating, he bites that full bottom lip. “This might be uncomfortable for you.”
“Worth it,” I say, trying to reassure him even though I’m quite sure it’ll be worse if we don't, considering the throbbing between my legs has me on the verge of humping him.
Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he slides his hand between us, teasing across my entrance and dipping one finger inside of me. My eyes flutter closed at his touch. Grazing upwards, he circles my clit, and my back arches against my will.
My nails dig into his side. “Jasper,” I whimper. When I open my eyes, his focus is still on my face. “Next time I come, I want it to be on your cock.”
He stiffens, the muscles along his back tensing under my hands. “You’re making it hard to stay calm and be gentle,” he says, his voice hoarse.
The joke is so easy, I can’t resist. “Yeah, I make it real hard,” I say with a grin. Snorting, his forehead falls to my chest.
“I can take it. I’m not made of glass.”
“No, you’re much more precious,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my sternum.
I’m out of patience. My heels dig into his ass as I whisper in his ear, “Then you better fuck me or I’m going to burst into flames.”
His smile is wicked and my blood sings at the glint in his eyes. “If that’s what my mate wants.” Carefully, he lines himself up and nudges my entrance.
As he pushes in, my eyes squeeze shut. The stretch is blissful despite the discomfort, but as he reaches a certain spot, moderate pain jolts me. Gasping, I cling to him.
“Breathe, Sunshine,” his soft voice commands. “Breathe.” I obey. After a couple of breaths, my muscles relax.
“Doing okay?” he asks.
“Fucking fantastic,” I reply, my words choppy.
He brushes his lips across mine and then begins to move.
“Oh,” I blurt. “Oh!”
A growl rumbles from his chest. “You feel incredible.”
I could say the same, but words won’t form in my brain. Instead, I reach one arm above me and push against the headboard to hold my body steady.
“I love you,” I murmur, saying it over again.
His smile is genuine. “I love you too.” He slows and I let out a low whine in protest. “Patience,” he whispers. Sliding a hand under my knee, he adjusts our angle. A little gasp escapes my mouth as he rolls his hips, the angle deeper.
My core clenches around him as I twist under him, trying desperately not to scream. But the feeling ofhis slow movements inside of me while I shatter is overpowering. He bends over me, stifling my cry with his mouth and tongue.
My pleasure comes in waves, flooding every cell in my body as he begins to move again. These aren’t the smooth thrusts we started with, they’re urgent. He drives into me and then he’s slowing and pushing in harder. I watch his look of concentration as his composure splinters.
