Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

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Anya could feel the leashed power in the arms wrapped tight around her, the strength held in check, and even through the shield, she sensed his concern, the care he was taking not to let go. She’d seen the wolf in his eyes, but she wasn’t afraid of his wolf, and she didn’t want him to be careful. She didn’t want him to treat her as though she was fragile, as though she might shatter if he kissed her as hard as she wanted to be kissed.

“I’m not going to break,” she said.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She reached up and framed his beautiful face with her fingers, stared into his eyes, human once more. “Make love to me, Sebastian. Make love as though it’s the only time we’ll ever have.”

Pain flared in his eyes, and she watched as he fought for control. He was too strong willed; she needed him to lose himself in her. She craved him, as she’d never wanted anything before, a deep burning need that threatened to overwhelm her. He had to feel the same.

Stepping back, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, and tossed it on the floor between them. Her hands moved to her waist, and she pushed the sweats down over her hips and dragged them off to stand before him naked.

He looked at her for long moments then turned away to cross the room and kick the door closed. He stripped as he came back to her, moving with the lithe grace of an animal. As each item of clothing dropped, her pulse picked up a notch. By the time he stood before her naked, the blood was thundering in her veins. He was already huge and swollen, hard and ready for her. She reached out and trailed her fingers down his chest, dragging her nails across his nipples then laid her palm flat where she could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

His lips curved into a smile. “And I’m all yours.”

He stood, perfectly still while she explored his body with her eyes and her hands, ran them over the smooth swell of muscles, then traced the line of pale hair down over his ridged abdomen. Only when she wrapped her hand around the silky steel of his erection did he move, and his head fell back, exposing the taut line of his throat.

She leaned into him and kissed his chest, then his throat. Small biting kisses, tasting the saltiness of his skin as though she could devour him, make him part of her. It wasn’t enough, and she clutched his shoulders and dragged his head down to hers so she could kiss him full on the mouth.

At the touch of her lips, he came alive. His hands curved around her neck, and he held her steady. The kiss was fierce, his mouth wide open over hers and his tongue thrusting inside, filling her. She thrust back, pushing into his mouth, running her tongue along the hard edge of his teeth.

His arms came around her, slid down the length of her back, settled on the globes of her bottom. He massaged them roughly then lifted her, so she felt his inhuman strength. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she writhed in his arms to get closer, until the burning heat of his erection nudged at her stomach.

He carried her a few steps until the cool, smoothness of the wall pressed against her back. She leaned into it while his hand moved between their bodies, and she held her breath as his skillful fingers parted the already drenched folds of her sex.

His eyes glittered with desire. They held her gaze as one long finger pushed inside her. At the same time, his thumb found the tight little bud between her thighs, and pleasure shot through her, moist heat flooding her sex. The sensation was exquisite, and she throbbed beneath his touch. He rubbed lazy circles around her clit and she bit her lip as she waited for him to touch her there again, so sensitive now that she knew she would implode. Finally, the pad of his thumb grazed lightly over her, and she went still. She held her breath as he stroked her, massaging the swollen bud until the pleasure intensified past bearing, and she exploded.

When she came back to herself, he was staring down at her, his eyes hooded. He leaned in close, his breath feathering against her hot skin. He kissed her softly on the lips and then whispered in her ear.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you. Inside me. Please, Sebastian.”

He shifted her in his arms, lifted her higher. The tip of his cock scorched her. Finally, he slowly pushed himself inside, and the feeling was so indescribably good that she groaned. He paused when he was in as far as he could go, his eyes closed for a moment, and he sighed.

“God, but that is the best feeling in the world,” he muttered.