“Show me how you like it, how you prefer to be pleasured. No”—He stopped her from sitting up, from answering with words—“just feel and react. Let me learn from your body.”
Brand’s fingers danced over her soft stomach, down until he reached the curls at her mound, teasing his way into the wet inferno of her core. She would have sworn his hand shook as he found her entrance and dipped inside, but he seemed so in control. So sure.
He nipped at her collar bone, and she whimpered as he spread that wetness everywhere, finally landing on the throbbing pearl at her apex. Circling, teasing, his eyes locked on her face.
That piercing look darkened as he tilted his head. Between one gasp and the next, he ground more forcefully against her, keeping the same lazy speed even as he popped over the bud between sweeping passes.
A choked sound left her and she undulated her hips, pressing herself harder into his hand.
Brand hiked himself even closer, even tighter against her, as if he could absorb her pleasure skin-to-skin and have it for his own.
Stars above, maybe he could.
Without warning, he vibrated his fingers, and Lunara jolted, uncertain whether to lean into it or retreat. Sparks and spots whirled past her vision, her toes curling, but it wasn’t enough. Not what she wanted. Not what sheneeded.
A low hum rumbled from Brand’s chest, and he eased off with a nod—right before he slid his hand back to fully impale her with a thick finger.
Lunara loosed a keening moan and arched, her breasts swaying. On a snarl, he dove in and buried his face between them, dragging his cheeks over the mounds, almost mindless.
The scrape of his beard… His tongue and teeth everywhere…
Yes,this.This is what she needed.
He pulled out and added a second finger, harder, faster, his thumb working ‘round and ‘round with every thrust of his hand.
Her body moved with him, his abandon intoxicating. She was so close. So…
“Brand, I’m… I’m going to…”
Tighter and tighter, she coiled, until she was sure to snap.
“Everything,” he groaned. “Give me everything.”
Lunara could only obey. Her entire body bowed, locking up at the edge of that fathomless drop, teetering for a mind-blowing eternity before she let herself fall. She was weightless as she spasmed. Floating as she gasped. A kaleidoscope of colors as she shattered into a million pieces and finally let the building scream free.
She found her arms wrapped around him when she fell back into herself, cradling his head as he rained kisses on her skin and whispered praise, easing her through every trembling aftershock of her climax but not letting up.
There’s no way.
Brand surged into her, fusing his mouth to hers with a ravenous sound. “Again.”
Lunara swore, the feel of him so exquisite—so painfully right—that she couldn’t help it. He took advantage of the action, sliding his tongue past her lips. She met it with her own, twining and tasting in a frenzy of need. She lost herself, reveling in thebrutal strength coiled within him, the power she desperately wanted him to unleash on every straining inch of her body.
She was senseless in her passion, babbling as he took her to new heights ‘again.’That time, when she broke apart and cried out, it was his name on her lips.
When his fingers left her, she wanted to rail, to shout her denial—until Brand gathered her up and tilted her head back, trailing kisses down one side of her neck before dragging his open mouth up the other and nipping her jaw.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are,mate?”he husked. “How perfect?”
Hearing that word on his lips and the triumph in his voice, Lunara sighed, boneless, unable to speak.
He rolled off the platform and dragged her forward, until her bottom teetered off the edge. Her breath caught when he dropped to his knees, shoulders wedged between her thighs.
“Any idea how good you smell?” His nostrils flared and he leaned in, exhale fanning over her—just before he licked straight up her center with a ragged moan, pulling an answering cry from her when it rumbled against her most sensitive flesh. “How fucking good you taste?”
Bleeding sisters. Maybe youshouldkeep him.
“Please.” That single drag of his tongue hadn’t been nearly enough.
