Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 362

Lucas shifts, crawling up my body until his mouth hovers over mine. His breath fans across my lips, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me what you need, mate," he whispers, voice hoarse with arousal. "Tell me what you want me to do."

I want him to devour me. To make me forget everything but the feel of him against me, inside me.

"Say it," he insists, lips brushing against mine. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I whisper, hands skimming down his sides. "I want you."

His cock is hard against my thigh, thick and hot. I wrap my hand around it, stroking him slowly as he kisses me. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

"You have me," he growls, nipping at my jaw. "Always."

His mouth finds mine, devouring me in a brutal kiss that leaves me breathless. My hand moves between us, guiding him to my entrance. Hot. Warm. Everything I need, as anticipation has my thighs shaking.

One thrust and he’s inside, filling me in one smooth stroke. The stretch is divine, and I throw my head back with a moan, lifting my hips to urge him deeper.

A quick roll of his hips obliges, but then he pulls out slowly before slamming back in. It’s a slow, torturous pace, and he doesn’t waver, even as I scrabble to grip his hips and drag him forward. Each movement drags a whimper from me, my body arching to meet his. I want faster, harder, but he holds me down, his hands firm on my hips.

He knows what I need but takes what he wants. Slow and steady, drawing out the pleasure until it builds to an unbearable pitch. I can feel it coiling in my belly, a tight knot of sensation that threatens to snap me in two.

"Lucas, please," I beg, hands clawing at his back. My fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, to pull him in deeper.

He whispers against my lips, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. "I’ve got you, little mate. Let go."

Another thrust, harder than the last. His cock hits that sweet spot deep inside and my world explodes in a burst of color and light, pleasure shooting through me like an electric current. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as I shatter around him.

Lucas continues to move, drawing out my orgasm until it tapers off into aftershocks. I’m boneless, floating in a haze of pleasure, but he isn’t done with me yet.

He rolls us over until I’m straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep inside me. My breasts bounce as he pushes up into me, his hands gripping my hips. I move with him, riding him slowly as my breath comes in ragged gasps.

It always leaves me feeling a little insecure up here, having him watch me from below.

"Am I too heavy?" I shift my weight, worried that I might be crushing him, even if it’s ridiculous. The man’s stronger than an ox.

Lucas groans, pulling me tighter against him. "No, little mate. You’re perfect."

The incredible slide of pleasure and friction makes it hard to think, to focus. I move experimentally, my body taking over where my brain falters. The drag and pull of his cock inside me has me moaning and rocking my hips forward, back, forward again.

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That’s what I need.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his hands grabbing my hips to help guide me, showing me the rhythm he wants. "You like that, don’t you, little witch?"