Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

“Was terrified of believing it…that you were meant for me,” he murmured as he lifted my hand that was still twined with his and brushed his lips over my knuckles. “But you were, Raven.” He eased back a fraction before he edged back in, a little deeper that time, stealing the oxygen all over again. “You were meant for me. Do you feel it?” he grunted. I could barely nod, trying for a tease but unable to find it. “The only thing I feel is you.” “That’s right, Moonflower. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. My cock buried so deep inside you that you can’t process anything else except for me. When you can’t think about anything else but the pleasure I’m going to bring you.” He brushed the thumb of his hand still entwined with mine along my jaw, voice gruff and raw. “Nothing as perfect as this. Your pussy hugging me tight. You in my arms. This heart beating against mine.” “Nothing,” I told him. “Nothing could be better than this.” A smirk hitched on his delicious mouth. “Oh, I think it’s going to get better, darlin’. I haven’t even begun with you yet.”