Page 88 of Ruthless Moon

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Page 88 of Ruthless Moon

I run my hands along his chest, taking in every contour and line. His muscles bunch beneath my fingertips and I giggle. The sound is out of place, yet right, and it leaves me momentarily stunned. I pause, pull my hand away, and take a moment to drink him in.

“Laugh again,” he says, catching my hand and putting it back against the thrumming beat of his heart. His tone brims with a depth of emotion that leaves me breathless. “Don’t ever stop.” He caresses my cheek and tucks a wet piece of hair behind my ear.

“It feels wrong...” I trail off, my voice barely a whisper as the weight of our circumstances crashes down around me once again. The losses we’ve endured. “But I amsohappy.”

He shakes his head, playfully flicking water in all directions.

The boyish maneuver makes me grin. “That was on purpose.”

“Completely,” he confirms, his voice rich with laughter. “These moments are for us, Gen. Just us. We will grieve together later. But right now, for tonight, I only want to think of you. Of us.” In one fluid motion, he scoops me back into his arms, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss as he carries me from the bathroom.

My bare feet graze against the cottage’s rustic wooden floor, and the world around me blurs once again. Until all I can see. All I can hear. All I can feel is him.

He lays us down on the bed and stares down at me, looking at me like he’s starving. “We will honor them with life. By loving each other and protecting what they valued.”

I nod.Yes.“Please,” I say, needing more. Our bond is only halfway done. I want the rest. I need it.

“Tell me what you want, Gen,” he says, dipping his head and trailing kisses along my neck.

“You. Please. I need you.”

His groan sends a shudder of delight through my body.

And then he pushes in—slowly, so torturously slowly. Just the tip. Then a little more. It’s so much. Almost too much. But at the same time, not enough.

My body grows slicker, and the throbbing ache in my belly intensifies. I run my hands along his arms and over his shoulders and down his back.Mine.

He flexes his hips, sinking deep.

I shout his name and he drives into me again, pushing me higher. His cock strokes in and out. In and out. Thick and full and then empty and needy and then all over again. I never want it to stop. I never want him to stop.

I writhe beneath him on the bed, gasping for air, whimpering and needy, and clutching him so hard I’m afraid I’ll leave marks. I need more. Harder. Faster. More.

“More,” I beg against his neck. “Please.”

He responds by driving into me harder and deeper. Moving exactly as I need him to. The bond allowing him tofeelthe exact pressure I need and the precise angle that will send me soaring over an even bigger cliff of ecstasy.

And with him, I take flight. My body is a riot of sensation, as if I’m crackling with electricity. I sink into his grip, into his control, trusting him to give me what I need.

“Gen.” My name is a hoarse whisper on his lips. “You take me so beautifully. You were always meant to be mine.”

“Don’t stop. Liam. Please.”

“Never, I’ll never stop,” he promises, his deep voice a growl that resonates in my ear and sends a ripple of sensual delight shuddering through me.

Fire spreads through my body as he speeds his rhythm. We’re lost in each other. Hearts in sync. Breath in sync. Aware of only each other’s touch.

I shake and moan and reach for our connection, hanging on tight as he drives me higher.

Then his body tenses. His muscles coil like a predator poised to strike, and he lets loose a rumble in his chest that sounds more beast than man. The deep growl of his voice saying my name sends a sensual shudder through me.

My body clenches around his cock and I cling to him while heat blasts through me, consuming me in its fiery embrace. He plunges into me one last time, deep and hard, claiming every last bit of me that I have to offer.

We sink into the mattress, slowly relaxing after the rivulets of pleasure subside. We’re a tangled mess of limbs, of sweat and satisfaction. Our hearts drum a synchronized rhythm, a testament to the intimate and complete bond we now share.

We belong to each other completely now.

No matter what comes tomorrow.




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