Page 176 of Moon Craving

Power surged through her with the knowledge that by simple acts such as this, she

could make the mighty Chrechte laird come undone.

She stopped on her hands and knees between his legs. "I love you."

Something flared in his face, but he remained silent. Waiting.

She licked her lips and watched as his Adam's apple moved to indicate he had

groaned. Placing one hand on each of his thighs, she leaned forward until her mouth once

again closed over his member. Feasting on the pearls of moisture that continued to leak

from it, she concentrated on pleasuring just the bulbous tip.

She used one hand to slide his foreskin back to give her better access and lightly

dragged her teeth across his slit before dipping inside with the very tip of her tongue. His

hips bucked and he took hold of her head again, his fingers buried in her blond curls. She

sucked and licked and gently slid her teeth along his hardness, barely letting them touch.

He began to thrust on his own, but never so hard he choked her.

It was wild, wanton and utterly decadent.

And then he was coming, his essence filling her mouth and bursting across her

senses. She swallowed, taking him into her with joy that marked her soul as his lips and

teeth often marked her neck.

"Abigail. My angel. My true mate."

This time she didn't blink at the voice. She did not try to hear it, or anything else,

again. She just enjoyed it. She did not care if it was her imagination or not. That voice

spoke in a tone of awe, affection, maybe even love. She let the emotions wash over her. It

did not matter in that moment that they were fantasy; they fed her hope and the kernel of

happiness that she always felt in his presence.

He lifted her from her place between his legs with gentle hands, his expression

almost reverent. "Sweet wife. My angel."

Tears pricked her eyes and she did nothing to force them back. The feelings were

too big to hold inside.

He pulled her up to lie on the furs with him, his hands caressing her as she settled

against the ultrasoft pelts. "Now, I make love to you."

"You already did."