Page 84 of Moon Craving

Her sensuous, bow-shaped lips twisted in mutiny. "I would touch."

"Your touch incites my lust, angel."

"Is that wrong?" She paused, looking at him with an unfathomable expression.

"Between a husband and wife?"

"If it is the wife's first time to hold him within her body, it is dangerous. I would not

hurt you."

"I know you will not." Again a pause as if she searched for words. "At least not

more than necessary. Some pain is inevitable."

He wished he could deny it, but she spoke truth. Nevertheless, there was a

difference between carefully breaking her maidenhead and rutting on her like a beast.

Which he was in danger of doing if he did not maintain control. "Obey me," he repeated.

"What will you do if I do not?"

He could not believe his shy wife had the temerity to ask that question. He glared

down at her, his passion making him more ferocious. "I will assure compliance."

She licked her lips, her eyes dilating with increased arousal, but she did not reply.

There was no need. Her reaction was as clear as his favorite loch. His angel liked

the idea!

Without thought, he stretched her hands above her head and grasped both small

wrists together with his left hand. His wolf howled in approval while Abigail gasped and

then moaned, her eyelids dropping to half-mast.

He spent no time wondering why they should both enjoy him mastering her in this

way so much. He was a warrior, not a philosopher. He knew only that the delicate bones

of her wrists felt all too right in the grasp of his hand.

He lowered his head and kissed her again. Within seconds she was writhing as

before, only with utter abandon. The movement of her pelvis would have thrown him off

her body if he was not so strong. And yet he knew that was not her intention.

If the glazed expression on her beautiful heart-shaped face was any indication,

she was not thinking at all. Certainly not enough to have conscious intentions.

Her instinctual responses were devastating enough. She spread her legs just

enough to make the invitation clear, and yet, he was sure she was unaware of extending