“Oh, Brand.”
“Do you have any idea how stunning you are? How perfect?”
Her lids fluttered, teeth sinking into her lower lip. She’d learned early on that he didn’t expect responses to his praise. A good thing, since she wasn’t capable of forming more than one or two intelligible syllables.
Brand reached up and grabbed one of her hands, bringing it down between them. “Touch yourself for me.”
His gaze flared even hotter when she obeyed, circling herself with a whimper, dipping down to feel the hard length of him as it disappeared inside of her and retreated, over and over.
Her other hand had a mind of its own, taking his instruction a step further. She gathered a heavy breast, fingers sinking into her own flesh, the dusky tip peeking lewdly out between them.
“Shite.” He bent to lave his tongue there, her back arching from the mattress as he flicked and teased, teeth nipping at her finger before he straightened again.
“Exquisite creature,” he rasped, hooking one of her legs over his arm to spread her wider, tilting his pelvisjust soas he picked up speed. “Again.”
Again.
That word had become kindling, fuel on whatever fire he was stoking within her at any given time. He was a male possessed when he got like this, always drawing more from her body than she’d ever realized it had to give, and reveling in his exploits.
Who was she kidding? She was just as crazed, just as obsessed as he was.
Brand hadn’t exaggerated in the least when he’d said her pleasure was his. She felt him ride the waves of her bliss as if it was his own every time.
The thought had sparks flying along her nerve endings, shooting over her body to gather into one, blinding coalescence in her core. Building and building and?—
Bang, bang, bang!
The room rattled right along with the door when someone knocked with enough force to beat it right off the hinges.
“Fuck off!” Brand bellowed.
His lips peeled back in a snarl, flashing his elongating fangs as he continued his onslaught without the slightest pause.
“It was an hourtwenty minutes ago,you wee shite.”
“I’m busy!”
“Aye, the whole bleeding castle can hear howbusyyou are!”
“Just a minute!” Lunara didn’t bother to hold back the giggle bubbling out of her. “We’re coming!”
“Ach, I didn’t… Just hurry up.” Magnus’s last words grew more faint as he left grumbling.
“Saucy Sorcerit,” Brand growled, licking up her sternum and rearing back again.
“Well, weare,” she breathed, voice catching. “Unless you’d rather not?—”
He cut her off with a toe-curling smack to her arse, her impish laughter mingling with a moaning cry as his fingers dug in to massage the sting away.
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Throwing her hand away and replacing her strokes with his own, he circled her tight knot, faster and harder. “Give it to me, then,” he demanded. “Come apart for me.”
The sensations that Magnus’s interruption had dulled came flooding back with Brand’s touch, with his voice, dousing her in wave after wave of breathtaking rapture. It seized her lungs and her limbs. Her reason. Crashed with such perfect force that she had no choice but to give in and shatter into a million tiny pieces.Again.
The whole castle probablydidhear the scream that left her then.
“Yes, yes, yes, Luna.” Brand’s body bowed above her, trembling as his thrusts grew erratic.“Fuck.”
Lunara locked her legs around his waist and worked herself over him as he broke, drawing out every ounce of their shared gratification. Lids hooded, she was entranced by the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders. The way his abdomen rippled and strained. The feel of his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her.
