Page 45 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

“Right there….”

I slide my hand through his hair as he sucks at the base of

my throat. It’s like he’s in my head, doing exactly what I want him to do when

I want him to do it. He sinks deep into me with a moan, grabbing my thighs,

which are wrapped around his hips. We barely made it to the bedroom. At this

moment, our clothes are strewn across the living room floor and the stairs. The

man has a passion that just cannot be equaled; he gave me a break to take a

shower and then he dragged me right back into bed. This is only our second round,

and I’ve already lost track of how many orgasms I’ve had. His hand glides up my

side, and he cups my breast, brushing his thumb against the nipple. I arch into

the caress and tighten my legs around him, pulling him closer. Harder. Harder.

He responds to my unspoken command, thrusting forcefully.

“My pussy,” he grunts.

“Yes!”

Standing upright, he grasps my hips, lifting them off the

bed. I grab the sheets, my body feeling full to bursting. I look up at him and

instantly know my mind is fucked because his eyes seem yellow. I close mine,

trying to clear the fog, but when I open them again, it’s still there. Without

warning, he flips me onto my stomach. My cry of surprise turns into a gasp of

pleasure as he closes his mouth around my big toe. An indiscernible sound

escapes my lips as he sucks on my toes, massaging the ball of my foot with his

thumbs. No one’s ever done that before, and it feels outrageously incredible.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes!”

He licks the inside of my ankle, trailing his tongue up my

calf. I squirm beneath him as his lips move slowly up my leg. His tongue glides

along my thigh and over my ass, gently biting into the cheek.

“Mine.”

Oh, God. The word caresses my ears. He said it with such

conviction, such complete possession, that I want to relinquish myself to him

totally. Fuck the fact that he’s behaving like a possessive prick. In the light

of day, it’s my ultimate deal breaker, but here, now, where it’s just the two

of us? I crave it. I yearn for it. I want to be his. I need him to claim me,

body and soul. How does he do this to me? How does he break through my defenses

and crush every thought or idea I have about him, about us? How does he make me

want more?

As his tongue moves up my spine, he slips his finger inside

me. With a growl, he stakes his claim again.

“Mine!”

I’m too lost to say or do anything. All I can do is whimper as

his finger moves inside me.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes!”

I’ve given in to the fact that he can summon my orgasms as

he pleases. Why fight something so wondrous? He slips another finger inside me

and begins a fast and furious ride to ecstasy.

“Now!”

Okay. I clench my muscles, and he withdraws his fingers. He

grabs my waist, lifts my hips, and is inside me just as I begin to come.

“Oh… God!”

Sinking his fingers into my hips, he whispers my name on a

grunt. I collapse on the bed, not having the strength to move. He picks me up,

climbs into bed, and places me in the crook of his arm. I moan as I settle in

against him. I think I’ve definitely made up for calling him an ass earlier.

Thank God he didn’t know what I meant.

“Ahh, the sound of a satisfied woman.”

“Mm-hmm. You must hear that a lot.”

“I do okay.” He chuckles.

“I bet.”

“Your sounds are the only ones I want to hear.”

“Only?”

“Can’t you see that you’ve bewitched me, woman? You show up

in your little short skirts and dresses, and I want to strangle every man who

looks at you.”

There he goes again. But this time it’s different; this

time, it’s exactly what I want to hear. He’s declared his hold over me, but now

he’s acknowledging that I have a hold over him as well.

“Oh, Ethan….” He raises a brow and gives me a brilliant

smile. “What?”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Since the night we met, you’ve called me Sheriff.”

“I didn’t even realize.”

Maybe it was subconscious. Did I think not calling him by

his given name was making this less personal? Whatever the reason, obviously it

didn’t work.

“Say it again.”

“Ethan,” I whisper.

He rolls over and settles on top of me with a devious smirk.

“Good. And now, I want to hear you scream it.”