Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

Perhaps this was how to reach her. His grip tightened on her arms, and he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. He stood, looking down. Her pale skin was flushed now, her lips parted, swollen from his kisses and trembling. He needed to taste her again, and he dropped to the bed beside her, came down over her, his arms braced on either side of her shoulders. He lowered himself, until his face was close to hers, and her breath shivered across his skin.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered against her mouth.

She went still beneath him, and he pulled away so he could look down into her eyes. They were wide, bewildered. “I should,” she said. “But I can’t.”

“Then tell me what I need to know, and I’ll stop.”

He knew it was a lie. Only she had the power to bring this to a halt now, but she made no move to stop him. Instead, she reached up and curled her fingers in the hair at the back of his neck then pulled him down to her.

Oh, God, what was he doing?

This woman was his enemy, his pack’s enemy, but he couldn’t resist her as her mouth opened under his. He kissed her for long minutes. His tongue pushing into the moist heat of her mouth, and he tasted again the sweetness of her. Her tongue stroked against his like warm wet velvet fueling the fire inside him. His balls ached viciously, and his cock was already rock hard inside the confines of his jeans.

Sebastian tore his mouth from hers and raised himself up on his elbows, staring down into her wide-open eyes. He lowered his body until his hips pressed into her stomach then ground his erection into the softness of her. She went still beneath him.

***

Anya drowned in the dark sensual promise of his eyes, in the hard erotic promise of his body.

He wanted her.

This wasn’t some trick to make her talk. This was genuine desire, and the realization flooded her mind and body with heat.

She’d had lovers before. Guards at the Agency, but she had never been sure that they weren’t acting under orders. They had all been shielded, and she was unable to read their thoughts. She’d taken them anyway, because she needed something to stave off the loneliness, but she had never wanted them like this, had never suffered when they had left her, as they always did.

Now, here was another man, also shielded, but his thoughts weren’t hidden from her. They were plain on his face. Hunger and need. Guilt and desperation.

She recognized the emotions because they reflected her own. She wanted this. How could she? But even as the questions raced through her mind, her body melted beneath him.

He slipped a knee between her legs, separating them, so he could sink into the V between her thighs. He rotated his narrow hips against her core and heat pooled at the center of her body. A low moan escaped her lips.

“Tell me to stop,” he said again. She shook her head mutely.

At the back of her mind, a small voice whispered that this was her chance to get him off guard, make her move. Escape. And she would. Soon.

First, she needed to know what his skin felt like, what he tasted of.

She looked up into his sensual face as he pressed into her, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. She pushed back against him, rubbing her hips against his shaft, trying to get some relief from the pressure building inside her.

His eyes closed as he groaned.

The realization that she could bring him pleasure heated her skin. She didn’t want to lay here, quiescent. She wanted to be the one in control.

She moved suddenly, shoving him onto his back and rolling on top of him in one fluid move. His eyes shot open. For a moment, she though he meant to fight her, then he relaxed back and watched her through narrowed eyes.

Anya straddled his lean hips then lowered herself onto him, a knee on either side. She looked into his face.

“Let me touch you?” she said.

Heat flushed his sharp cheekbones. He nodded.

Her hand reached out and splayed across the hard wall of his chest. His skin was smooth and hot, and she ran her fingers over the swell of muscle, laid her palm flat against him, and felt the thud of his heart.

A sense of urgency filled her, to feel his skin against hers.

She pulled the T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her bra followed. He watched her through half closed eyes as she leaned over and rubbed her bare nipples across his chest. They tightened into hard little buds, so sensitive that each brush across his chest sent ripples of pleasure shooting through her. Still she needed more. She raised herself up, so her nipples grazed his face. His lips parted, and he licked a long slow swipe across her breast, before drawing one taut peak into the warmth of his mouth, suckling her.

A pulse throbbed between her thighs; her sex felt swollen and wet, as her insides turned molten and threatened to slide from her body.

She pulled back before she lost all control, sat on her heels and looked down at him. The hard line of his erection pressed against the material of his jeans, and she traced it with one finger.