Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge Book 2)

Tumult ravaged me, my entire being snared in this lawlessness.

In this sin that I knew was going to rack up the greatest penalty. But staring down at Raven right then? Laid out on my bed, thrashing as I fucked my fingers into her sweet, untouched pussy?

Any punishment I had coming to me would be worth it.

Her hypnotizing scent was all around, though tonight, it was coated in her arousal. The girl soaking my hand as I fucked my fingers into the heat of her cunt.

This beautiful, vibrant soul who I’d vowed to protect but instead was doing my best to corrupt.

Tainting her with each stroke of my hand.

Still couldn’t fully process what she’d confessed. That she’d never been with a man. All the nights I’d spent stewing, tossing in this very bed thinking of some dirty motherfucker getting to lie with her, taking this body when some warped part of my psyche had always believed her mine.

There’d been no chance I could shun the petition she had made. No chance I could reject her when she’d confessed her fears and given me her desires.

Not when she wanted it to be me.

I wouldn’t deny her that.

Problem was how fuckin’ far I wanted to take it. The way I wanted to sink all the way in. Write myself on her in a way that could never be erased.

Possess and consume.

I couldn’t go there. Couldn’t.

So instead, I focused on pleasing her where she was laid out in the middle of my bed, long black locks splayed out over my pillow.

Her lips parted and those inky eyes raved with desire and need. Short gasps raked from her lungs as she kept whimpering my name.

A motherfuckin’ goddess.

I pulled away for a beat, just staring down at her, the praise riding up my throat and dripping from my tongue. “So fuckin’ beautiful, Raven. So fuckin’ beautiful in every way.”

Bucking up, she arched her back. “Please.”

I planted one hand on the mattress up high near her head, and I slipped my other back through the crotch of her shorts.

Finding her slick, throbbing pussy still dripping for me.

I nearly came at the feel of it, my cock so heavy and hard I was afraid I was going to blow.

I drove my fingers back in, and Raven nearly levitated from the bed. “Yes, don’t stop. I need…I need…”

I could feel every cell in the woman quicken as I began to pump her, driving her higher.

“Look at you. Coming alive. Glowing like I knew you would.”

She was nothing but a light where the rays of the moonlight sheared in through the expanse of windows that rose behind her, illuminating her in a milky glow.

A beacon.

A sanctuary I couldn’t seek.

Her mouth slack and those moonlit eyes fully focused on me.

I pulled out of her for a flash, and I swirled all my fingers around her engorged bud, making her whimper and plead before I shoved my fingers back in deep and pressed my thumb down on her clit.

She ripped at her tank that barely contained those tits, her gasps coming short as she got closer to the edge.

“You feel that, Raven? Embrace it, don’t fight it.”

She whimpered and those nails were clawing up my chest then sinking into my shoulders. “I want you.”

“You have me. I’m right here.”

It wasn’t in the way she was begging for, but there was no chance I could go there. Not when I knew I’d want to stay there forever.

This was about showing her that she could trust herself to decide when she wanted to be touched. When it was right. When it felt good.

Made me irate, but I had to believe I couldn’t be the only man on the planet who could make her feel this way.

An edge glowed around her, the woman barely holding on as she jutted and bucked. A sheen of sweat rose on her soft, delicate flesh.

I sped up my pace, shoving my fingers deep inside her, shifting them so I could rub at that sweet spot deep inside her. I kept sweeping my thumb over her engorged nub that I knew was going to send her soaring.

“Otto,” she rasped.

Wanted to dip down and take that mouth and that tongue and every other delicious part of her that she would let me. Treacherous groanings inside of me. I tried to rein it, and I was only partially giving in when I angled in and kissed along the contour of her jaw, lapping up the taste of her flesh as I kissed up to her ear.

My voice was nothing but a scrape as I murmured, “Let it go, baby. Let me see you fly. Come for me, Moonflower.”

At my words, she split apart.

Cracked wide open.

I could feel the maelstrom of her pleasure batter the walls of the room. Bursting from her middle. A volcano erupting from her body.

She was a hurricane in the middle of my bed. Sweeping me up in the cries that came from her mouth. “Otto…oh God…Otto. It feels so good. So good.”

They were rasps. Barely intelligible. But I felt them all the way to my soul. “It’s all I want, Raven. Only thing I want is for you to feel good. Want to make you feel that way forever.”

There I went, tossing out more of those traitorous confessions that were going to destroy me. But I didn’t know how to stop when it came to her.

This girl who was shaking and trembling below me, her arms curling up around my neck like she didn’t ever want to let go.

“You okay?” I asked, terrified that I’d pushed her too far and too fast, and I edged back enough that I could look at that gorgeous, stunning face.

Sight of it ripped through me.

My insides a battlefield.

Fighting this feeling that welled inside.

This dangerous fucking feeling that I’d barely kept tapped for all these years, and there I’d gone and poured gasoline on the flames.

“I feel…” Raven blinked up at me with that enchanting gaze. Her delicate throat bobbed when she swallowed. “I feel liberated, Otto. Different in the best way. Or like maybe I just found a piece of myself that I had been missing.”

My thumb swept across the apple of her cheek. “It’s all I want, for you to be free.”

“You make me feel that way.”

Nearly came undone when that perfect fuckin’ mouth suddenly latched onto my neck, her tongue stroking out to get a taste of the tats that swirled up my neck.

It happened too fast for me to prepare myself.

Lust colored my senses.

A swarm of red and black.

Disorienting.

So overwhelming I couldn’t form a word.

She went south, kissing down my chest as her hands started to explore.

Riding up over my shoulders and then back down to my pecs. Wandering my sides and caressing my stomach until she was touching the spot that I’d had tattooed a few years back. Marking myself with an image that reflected all she was. Everything that I wanted her to be.

Then my entire body jerked when she ran her fingers over my dick.

My dick that strained against the thin material of my underwear, though it was just then that I became aware that my throbbing head had broken free of the confines.

“Fuck,” I hissed. My hand flew to her wrist to stop her. “Raven.”

She tore herself away from where her mouth was latched to my chest, and she rested her head on the pillow, distracting me with that stunning face as she pushed my underwear down a fraction to completely free my cock.

She wrapped that sweet little hand around my shaft. “I want to touch you.”

I choked, barely able to speak. “Raven…fuck…this isn’t supposed to be about me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want me to.” She stroked me once.

Nearly cracked with that single touch, this woman coming at me with all her sass. A groan ripped up my throat at the same time as a grin pulled at the edge of my mouth.

Loving that she felt free with me.

Uninhibited.

Bold and abandoned.

“Will it make you happy, jacking me off with that sweet little hand?”

“Very happy.”

And fuck, there was nothing I could do but sit up on my knees so she could get a better grip. I helped her, curling my hand around hers and guiding her, showing her she didn’t have to be timid. “Like it hard, darlin’. Don’t be shy.”

Her tongue swept out on a needy exhalation. “Good because I think I like it hard, too.”

A punch of surprise hit me.

Shit, she was definitely going to do me in.

She tightened her hold, adding a second hand, and the two of us started pumping me hard and fast. In a flash, I was grunting, pleasure stalking up and down my spine as she drove me straight toward ecstasy.

Because I’m pretty sure that’s what she was.

Ecstasy.

A realm where I could never land.

I thrust into her hands. A fiend who would never get enough.

A twisted fuck who wanted to bury himself so deep inside her that I’d mark myself there forever.

“Raven…fuck…I’m gonna come.”

Nearly cried when she pulled one of those hands away, only she was peeling her tank all the way up, exposing her belly and bare tits.

Sight of them nearly knocked me the fuck out.

Part of me wanted to fixate on the fact I was getting a real look at them for the first time. Her dusky pink nipples peaked and primed for me to suck into my mouth.

But I got sidetracked.

Fury ripping through me when I saw the scars that marred the flesh of her stomach and hips. Uncountable circular burn marks that made me feel like I was the one standing in the flames.

But it was the mangled one on her side that turned my guts to ash, the tattoo cutting through it where it was stamped on her side.

I will make it to the sunrise.

Raven’s head shook on the pillow. No doubt, she knew exactly where my focus had gone. “Don’t, Otto. Don’t look at me that way. Look at me. At who I am. As a whole. As a person. As the woman who wants this with you.”

“I’ve always seen you, Raven.”

I’d just always wanted to protect that. Protect everything she was from me.

She pulled her shirt up even higher, and she lifted her ass from the bed. Begging me to mark her. The woman fisted me even tighter with her one hand that was still covered with mine. She had me captured by that gaze as she murmured, “Tell me you feel it, too, Otto. Let go, the way you asked me to.”

And fuck, bliss gathered fast, her touch and her boldness, her aura taking me whole.

A sweet fuckin’ moonflower.

It hit me like a landslide. A storm of pleasure.

I moaned as I jerked and spasmed, and Raven was writhing all over again, her eyes going wide with desire when I dumped myself on her flesh.

And maybe I’d known it all along, but I knew right then that I’d met my match.

This fucking gorgeous woman who was going to be the end of me. Because I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to let her go.