Page 65 of Moon Claimed

Right, higher.

He drew closer to my core at an excruciating pace, left to right, inching upward.

I whimpered as he kissed the crease at my inner thigh. “Please, Sascha.”

“No.”

Scowling, I tried to line my pelvis up with his mouth, and he clamped down on me.

As a werewolf, I was stronger than I could’ve ever imagined.

He was stronger.

Stronger than I could fathom. Unless he wanted to move me, I wouldn’t budge an inch.

The pain was almost at exploding point. “You promised to help.”

“Little bird,” he hummed against the edges of my core, making me arch—the only movement afforded by his iron hold on my lower half.

Honey eyes burned over the flat plane of my stomach, between the valley of my breasts, to bore their way into me.

Sascha lowered his head, kissing my core.

My eyes fluttered shut as Ileftfor a moment.

Heat flushed my body in a wave that promised the start of something unfathomable as I slammed back down.

Fuck.

He kissed me again, just as slow, and my thighs began to shake.

Once more.

“Faster,”I begged.

He watched me like I was his favourite show. I didn’t want him to see me come apart like this.

“Close. Your eyes,” I moaned.

Sascha arched a brow. “No.”

My fangs and claws lengthened at the refusal, but my mind stalled as Sascha dragged his tongue from my assallthe way up.

A desperate cry left my lips and I felt that initial step from pain to pleasure. I needed him to lick me for all he was worth.

I needed fast. Hard.

Over.

Done.

Another slow lick. Actualtearswelled in my eyes. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Sascha latched directly onto my clit and suckedhard.

Iscreamed.I screamed bloody murder, using my entire strength to buck against his face as my body catapulted into something so powerful, it couldn’t possibly be an orgasm.

But it was.