Page 87 of Ruthless Moon
“This is only the beginning.” He descends to his knees in front of me. His hands roam my body, a silent affirmation of his claim and intentions.
I lean back against the shower wall, the chill at my back clashing with the searing heat between us. His mouth moves closer and closer to my aching core. I’m lost in the anticipation of pleasure. Then he’s there. Caressing my clit. Drinking from my core like he’s found the fountain of life. Pleasure cascades through me with every stroke of his talented tongue.
“Better and sweeter than I even imagined.” He swirls his tongue against my clit again, exploring every side and curve and fold.
Physical pleasure twists through me, mixing with the emotions of my mate’s pure joy. It’s heady and overwhelming and I’m about to come apart in a completely different way.
“Come for me, love. Give me everything.” His voice is a seductive rumble, the perfect accompaniment to the unrelenting assault of his mouth on my most intimate part.
He adds his fingers inside me, curling, pushing, retreating.
The stretching makes me ache and shudder and want. I want more. All of him.
“Now, Gen.”
I obey. I let go. Totally and completely. My body thrashes against him, riding insane waves of bliss. My fingers tangle in his wet hair, trying to keep some kind of grip on reality. Every wave crashes harder, and I cover my mouth with my hand trying to muffle my scream.
His mouth never falters.
His fingers never cease their dance.
The intensity builds and I shatter all over again.
But he doesn’t quit. He keeps going, drawing out my pleasure. Coaxing yet another climax from my spent body. And then another. My body’s shaking, every muscle twitching, every breath a choppy mess. There’s nothing in my world but him—his touch, his heat, his emotions dancing with mine.
He nips at the inside of my thigh, right where my leg meets my hip, and I hear a very pleased male chuckle rumble from his chest. “I think you have another one in you.”
I try to wriggle away, laughing and panting all mixed together. “No way, Liam. I can’t.” But he’s not buying it.
Then he’s back, all focus and fire, his mouth torturing me in the best of ways. His fingers play me skillfully. And his other hand climbs my body, toying with one nipple and then the other, squeezing and pinching until my breasts and clit throb in time.
Everything inside me explodes and twists and I scream again. This time I don’t try to drown it. The scream rips from my throat, raw and real.
His fingers are deep, hitting all the right spots, and my body clamps down, trying to pull him even closer. If that’s even possible. My chest tightens. My breasts are so swollen they ache.
The climax is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Like I’m bursting into a million pieces. My knees buckle, and I’m sure I’m going down, but Liam’s right there, catching me, easing me to the floor while my body rides the aftershocks. But his fingers, they’re still inside me stoking a fire I’d thought for sure had flamed out.
He moves his mouth to my chest, and from the moment he latches onto me, it’s a whole new wave of sensation, sparking from my nipple all the way down to where he’s still moving inside me. A whimper slips out. Every inch of my skin is screaming for more.
His lips find mine next, and it’s a tease, a whisper of a kiss, then deeper like he’s feasting on the taste of us together. “I need to feel you come with me inside you now,” he breathes against my lips, and the heat in his voice is like a lightning strike.
I let out this half-laugh, half-moan, because let’s be honest, after that, what’s left? “I think you’ve wrung everything out already,” I manage to say, but it’s more of a gasp than words.
He’s refuses to believe it. Not even for a second. He nuzzles my neck and nips playfully, promising a bite that makes me jump and sends a shock wave zipping through me. “I doubt that very much.” There’s a challenge in his voice, a delicious certainty that has me believing him, has my body sparking to life yet again, ready for him to prove it.
After another possessive kiss, Liam gently disentangles himself from me and turns off the water. He lifts me from the shower floor and cradles me against his chest, then pushes open the glass door and steps out. The cooler air in the bathroom prickles at my heated skin.
He lets me slide not so subtly down his body until my feet hit the rug, his gaze never once leaving mine. After reaching for a nearby towel, he pats me dry. His touch blends tender and possessive and strongly hints at themorehe said was to come.
His hands are thorough, tracing every dip and curve of my body, lingering in places that draw strangled gasps from my lips. The towel’s rough fabric against my sensitive skin sends delicious shivers down my spine, every nerve ending alight with the raw promise of ecstasy.
“I think you got everything,” I say, enjoying the attention and feeling nearly drunk from the still-present euphoria of orgasms. I ache to touch him.
I reach for the towel and he hands it over, flashing a grin that is pure seduction. His eyes glitter with mirth and something deeper. “I would never keep my mate from what belongs to her.”
Mate.The word reverberates through me, echoing within the deepest parts of my soul. If my wolf was a cat, she’d be purring right now, content and satiated.
Liam and I are mates. We’re bonded. Connected in a way that transcends words. He’s within me—his essence, his soul. It’s everything. All-encompassing. My whole world is tied to him now.