Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6), Georgette Clair [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗

the suit off her body, following with kisses and swipes of his tongue.

He touched everywhere.

The spot where her neck met her shoulder.

Collar bone.

Her breasts.

He missed no part of her until he gripped the sides of her suit around her arms, encasing her in it and forcing her back off the floor. It put her breasts at mouth level with him, and he grinned.

That damn, lopsided grin that melted her.

“Que rico.”

Fabiana didn’t know what he said, but the way he took one slow lick from one nipple to the next made her eyes slide closed as bliss spread through her. He did the same thing once more, this time in reverse before sucking one into his mouth. She cried out, unable to reach for him and hold him to her.

She could only experience what he created.

His tongue was warm and wet, dancing over the hardened tip before his teeth tested the firmness. Tongue and teeth. Tongue and teeth. It was a ricochet of sensation back and forth until he released her nipple with a pop and gave the other the same attention.

He pulled the suit down further, and Fabiana panted as a heated flush spread over her skin. She burned for him. Burned. And his breath only fanned the flames. His tongue left a trail of molten lava over her stomach. Adonis paused a minute to dip his tongue into her navel before he bit the subtle swell of her stomach.

“I have been waiting to taste your pussy, pequeña. Waited to find every way to make you scream my name.”

He jerked on the suit, removing it from her hips with one pull, and she used her feet to help remove it the rest of the way. His breath was cool as he purposefully blew over the apex of her thighs. Hands now free, they came to join the party, his fingers threading through the soft curls just above her clit and pulling softly.

She never knew that could be an erogenous zone until that moment.

“How sweet will you taste? Will I be able to drink until I’m no longer parched?”

Adonis didn’t wait for an answer. He licked her from the base of her pussy to her clit, a rude swipe of the broadside of his tongue. This was not a man attempting to show off with tricks or tongue fucking her into oblivion.

Fabiana was fully aware Adonis always went for the kill.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, moving his head side to side until his lips were sealed tightly around the bundle of nerves. The pressure of his tongue flicking back and forth on the sensitive nub was nearly too much, but then he reached up under her legs to palm her breasts.

“Goddess,” Fabiana choked out.

He played with her nipples, rolling the stiff peaks in time with each flick of his tongue below. Her hips jerked and she threw back her head and screamed at the pleasure from all three points combined.

Adonis never stopped.

He sucked and licked, over and over, pushing her higher, forcing her legs wide so she could buck against his face.

“Hands, Fabiana. Show me how much you like it.”

She screeched when he stopped sucking and removed his hands from her breasts long enough to direct both of hers to his head. Before too long, Fabiana was soaring again, holding his face against her pussy. She was forceful, more forceful than she’d ever been, but something about the action only made her hotter.

She was in control of her pleasure.

Her hands guided him to go slower or faster, and Adonis switched easily with each silent command. She was dying, coming apart at the seams, but he never let her go.

“Adonis!” she screamed, body locking, muscles tensing as she came. Pleasure vibrated at her core, spreading from her clit outward until it filled her belly with sharp pressure.

Her need was like pain—a pain so good, she wanted more.

And he gave it to her the moment his teeth sank into her thigh.

Her wolf howled into the night.

Claimed. Marked. His.

The act tossed her into a higher crescendo, and she dug her nails into his shoulders to hold on. If he released her, she’d burn away into ashes; she’d be pulled under and no one would ever find her.

“G-goddess.”

“No, a god.”

Fabiana took one clean breath to bring down the high before Adonis rose above her, hooking her leg with his mark over his shoulder, and slammed into her.

She’d not been a virgin—her father’s men had made sure of that—but this was the first time she’d ever gotten to choose. The man between her legs was there because she wanted him to be there.

Fabiana swallowed hard as pain filled her chest.

He didn’t—couldn’t—know how important this moment was.

“Pequeña.” Adonis swiped his thumbs under her eyes, drying the tears she’d shed. “There is only, and will ever only, be me. Nothing else matters. No one else matters.”

How?

How did he read it so clearly? How did he reach into her chest and take her heart?

His kiss was gentle, a moment of softness, a fusion of her taste and his before he moved. His thrusts became deep and hard. If they hadn’t been lying on smooth marble, his arm around her back for support, she’d have fallen apart. He gripped her thigh just under her mark.

“Mine.” Thrust. “Mine. Thrust. “Always mine.”

Adonis’s words imprinted deep inside her, washing away anything that had come before. She wouldn’t have been able to break away if she tried. He was wild, letting go of her thigh and sitting up to change the angle before wrapping his fingers around her throat.

It wasn’t a hold to scare but one to keep her in position as he fucked her. His rough, jagged thrusts forced soundless screams from her. He watched her