Page 82 of Moon Craving

His mouth moved over hers, deepening the kiss with his tongue as their bodies

aligned in instinctive need. Growls vibrated in his chest as he claimed her mouth with wild

strength, drawing her bottom lip between his teeth and carefully nipping it. He did not

draw blood, but she knew instinctively not to pull back, not to attempt to assert

independence in any form in this moment.

Her spirit rejoiced in the sensations. She had no desire to separate herself from

him at all. She kissed him back just as fiercely, if not more so, nipping at his lips and

dueling with his tongue to enhance the intensity of the kiss. For once, the cocoon of

silence caused by her deafness only intensified sensations she more than craved.

The wildness she sensed in him called to a part of her she had not even known

existed--animalistic desires and untamed cravings beyond her ability to comprehend.

Blanketing her, his big body pressed hers into the soft furs. Their skin touched

intimately, and yet it was not enough. She hungered for more. More of his touch, more of

the sensations swirling through her. She needed a deeper connection. She wanted what

he had promised her on the morning of their wedding.

To join their bodies so perfectly that she would feel him inside her soul.

She did not know what to do to encourage him toward that pinnacle, but he had

taught her one thing thus far. He enjoyed her touch with unabashed pleasure.

So, she touched him. Everywhere she could reach. Over bulging shoulders and

biceps, along a back corded with muscles that felt like rock under his satin-smooth skin.

Her hands glided down over his buttocks, cupping the hard, round globes. Yet rather than

satisfying her, the movement of her hands over his body only increased her need.

She wanted to urge his hips forward with her hold on his backside, but when she

tried, he did not move. His stubborn strength spoke a silent message of control that both

frustrated and delighted her.

His possession of her mouth did not abate and his body moved over hers while she

writhed under his weight.

But none of it was enough.

And yet, it was almost too much. She wanted more. She wanted to stop. Her mind

warred with her body while her heart sang a song she tried to tune out. One thing they all