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

through it, growling when she wrapped her fingers around his wrist near her throat. She stroked his skin to soothe the beast. She didn’t want to get away; she didn’t want to break his hold.

In fact, she pressed his hand harder into her flesh.

And like before, he read her need, tightening his fingers until her pulse thudded in her head.

There.

Hot, liquid need swirled through her body, expanding every blood vessel and artery. Her nostrils flared, taking their combined scents deep into her lungs. Their bodies came together with thundering slaps as he pounded into her, wringing every bit of pleasure from her.

“Come for me again, Fabiana. Milk your cock.”

She couldn’t deny him and cried out. He released his hold on her back and lifted her other leg onto his shoulder, and the pleasure sliced through her.

“There, baby. Right there,” he urged, jerking her down to meet his thrust.

Implosion.

Fabiana caved, her whole body folding in on itself. Adonis rode her through it, pushing her hips higher for his thrusts. She took the whole of him with a cry.

“Again.”

He would kill her. She couldn’t do it again, couldn’t possibly climb any higher.

But she did.

He forced her to that place.

He’d dragged her step by step, pulling her away from the darkness of the past until his light was so blinding she couldn’t see beyond it.

Fabiana was hoarse and crying by the time he bellowed his release, her body limp and useless to do more than accept his seed.

“Sleep now. I’ll take care of you.”

That was one command he didn’t even need to give. Her eyes were already closing by the time he pulled out of her body.

Chapter Ten

Fabiana’s entire body screamed at her when she woke up. Apparently, acrobatic sex on a marble floor wasn’t the easiest thing to recover from.

Who knew?

Grumbling, Fabiana reached out across the bed, intent on strangling her mate within an inch of his life.

“As much as I love the idea of another round, I don’t think you could handle it.”

Fabiana forced her gaze to her mate as he leaned against his dresser in black briefs, his arms crossed over his chest. She supposed she should be thankful he wasn’t on full display, but she could appreciate his love of black. The color highlighted the golden tone of his skin and made his eyes more vibrant.

“I think you broke it,” she groaned.

A sudden bark of surprised laughter filled the room. “It’s not possible to break it, pequeña.”

Fabiana begged to differ. As amazing as last night had been, everything was stiff and achy now.

“Come,” he whispered, and she shivered. He chuckled. “Not that way.”

Shaking his head, Adonis pushed away from the dresser. His body was a living work of art, each muscle flexing and relaxing with each movement. He approached the bed and lifted her into his arms.

“I’ve run a bath for you.”

Fabiana only nodded as he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into a clawfoot tub filled with fragrant, steaming water. Roses and notes of citrus wafted to her nose. She moaned as heat seeped into her weary body, chasing away the fog of sleep.

“So good.”

“You were,” he commended, running his finger down her nose before standing up.

A heated flush of embarrassment filled her cheeks. She ducked her head so her hair covered her face. “Shut up.”

“Not a very spirited comeback,” he teased.

“Well, it’s the best I got.”

“Look at me.”

She didn’t want to, but his soft request encouraged her to lift her gaze anyway.

“Last night was more than I ever dreamed it would be.” He rubbed the back of his neck, stretching his torso in the process, and she swallowed hard. “I can’t say it won’t be like that every time. I seem to lose my head every time you gasp. I crave more of them, demand I have them all. But I can swear I will always take care of you afterward.”

Fabiana blinked. Every time? She didn’t think she’d survive pleasure so sharp it nearly hurt. She didn’t even have a chance to do anything in return, no way to pay him back for the maelstrom he’d created in her.

Yet here he stood, telling her he’d take care of her.

“It was,” she licked her lips, “amazing.”

Adonis cocked his head in the way she loved so much. “I am thankful I found you.”

What was she supposed to say to that? The quiet intensity of his gaze lent truth to his words and it was enough just to maintain eye contact. Adonis wasn’t what she’d thought he’d be. It almost seemed silly to have hidden from him in the first place.

Fabiana didn’t know what love really looked like between a woman and a man. Of course, she saw Giules and Pasquale and the unspoken words that passed between them in a room full of people. Zoey perked up whenever Dominic came into a room. Kalinda could face anything with her man at her side.

Even Asherah came out of her shell when Heath shielded her.

But while their love was visible, Fabiana didn’t know the path to get there, what steps she needed to take to let her heart go. She kept it locked away, an organ sealed in a lab to study and prod. The edges were decayed with black, and scars marred the surface, but yet it beat.

Struggled to be normal like all the other hearts.

Adonis had smashed that glass and said he liked it just the way it was.

But could she believe him?

“Lean back, pequeña.”

“Why do you call me that so much?”

“Because you are small compared to me.”

“That’s probably true for most of the world.”

“Perhaps, but there is only one you, and that’s all that matters.”

More glass breaking around her heart.

He