Page 57 of Moon Craving

Something deep inside her told her she could.

"You are mine," he said, a feral expression in his eyes.

She could do naught but nod.

He reached out and yanked the flap down on the tent, cutting off the light from the

rapidly fading sky. There was barely enough light to see his form, much less read his lips.

She could tell he said something, but not what it was.

She reached out and placed her hand against his lips. "No talking."

She had no idea how he would receive the order, but nothing could have prepared

her for the kiss that he gave her. His lips dominated hers, demanding entrance into her

mouth, silently claiming his right to her.

She could do nothing but allow her lips to part. Inexplicably, she craved such

intimacy. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, gliding past her teeth. He tasted like

apples and the dry biscuit she had not eaten, but more than that. There was a wild, feral

flavor to him that her woman's instincts told her was nothing but her husband.

And she who had been starved of any affection for the past two-plus years could

not get enough. The truly intimate sensation of tasting him in a way no one else had a

right to do was instantly addictive. She savored his tongue with her own. He allowed her

untutored exploration for long patient moments. A jolt like lightning burned all the way to

the most feminine part of her as his patience broke and he began to suck on her tongue.

She stopped caring that she was naked, stopped worrying that he was, too, and

simply reveled in the amazing and blissful connection between them.

He rolled on top of her, his body hotter than the furs. Rather than feel frightened by

being blanketed by the huge warrior, Abigail felt safety unlike anything she had ever

known. His hard knee pressed her tender thighs apart and she did not resist.

That big, hard manhood rubbed against the apex of her thighs, and she thought

she might expire from the pleasure of it. She knew they were not actually copulating; he

was not inside her as he said he would be. But she could not imagine anything more

personal. This was something she would never share with another.

Something he would give only to her. He'd told her that, too.

His mouth slid from her lips to move down her jaw and then onto her neck, where