“More,” I begged in a ragged whisper.
He stroked my skin, his hands gliding up over my hips, my waist, and then my ribs, before sliding underneath me. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra, and then the tension of it disappeared.
My breaths quickened as he tugged one strap and then the other over my shoulder. As the fabric disappeared, his lips parted.
“So … beautiful…” he murmured. “I missed you so damn much, Nai.”
Then he leaned over to continue his ministrations, with his lips … and tongue. His teeth grazed my breast, and I arched my back as my eyes rolled.
Oh … oh my…“Rage…”
A fine magic mist swirled in the air, and my need for him built with every sensual stroke. A tortuous ache made me wrap my legs around him, and I dug my fingers into his arms, desperate to pull him closer.
‘Rage,’I begged, panting. ‘Mate.’
More than anything, I needed him …achedfor him … so when he pulled back, I whimpered.
“Mate,” he growled.
The word shot through me, filling me with love but also a deep yearning…
Rage gripped my hips and then untangled my legs from his waist. Then, he slid his hands up my thighs until he hooked a finger from each hand in the sides of my panties and tugged.
My underwear slid over my hips and, soon after, disappeared.
Rage sat on his heels, staring at me, his chest heaving with each breath. ‘Claim me,’he said.‘Make me yours, Nai. My fated mate.’
I sat up, filled with sudden purpose. Climbing to my knees, I then scooted over to Rage and pressed him to sit as I climbed over his legs. Tracing my nose up his neck, I scented him. As his scent filled me, something primal seized me, and I nipped his neck.‘Mate.’
This wasn’t enough. I needed more. This ache … I needed to feel himinsideme. I dragged my fingers down his sides to the band of his boxers. ‘Please.’ Tugging at the last scrap of barrier between us, I demanded, ‘Mate.’
Rage slid his arm around my waist and spun. One heartbeat, I was on him, and the next, he emerged over me.
I slipped my hand under the band of his boxers and pulled.
Rage growled, a deep and possessive sound that pooled low in my belly and made me ache for him. His scent swirled around me, sandalwood and desire, and he took a deep breath before chucking his underwear off.
He climbed over me, his gaze filled with heat and love … so much love.
He lowered his body until our legs tangled and I could feel him between mine. Bracing the weight of his upper body on his elbows, he traced his nose up my neck, pulling back to look me in the eye. “I love you, Nai Crescent.”
“I love you too,”I gasped, desperate to become one with him as his fingers trailed down my skin.
“Protection?” I huffed against his ear. I wanted to make love to Rage, but I wasn’t ready for a baby just yet. He nodded, reaching into a bedside drawer. There was a crinkle of a wrapper, and then Rage gripped my hips and coaxed me to move with him.
‘Mate,’he growled.
I arched my back, panting as he continued to guide me. His hands stroked my skin … and then his mouth… ‘Rage.’
As we moved, magic danced over my skin, heightening my need all the way deep into my core.
Our tongues tangled, and his heat became mine. Our sweat-slicked skin slid against each other. There was only one answer for the deep ache within me, and I writhed in desperation for more. And then he pressed his body into mine…
andmoved.
Oh…
My core tightened, and my mouth went lax.
