Page 63 of Touched By Moonlight

He had been quite disappointed and called me a frigid bitch, slapping my cheek for refusing to share mypower.

But what I’d done to him later in the chaos and destruction had been far worse, more than hedeserved.

With Nicolas I held back magick, but allowed myself pleasure. Moving his hands to my rock-hard nipples, I stroked his thumbs over the crestingpeaks.

He needed no instruction. With one thumb lazily flicking one nipple, he bent his head and took the other into his mouth. The sharp contrast between the chilly water and his warm tongue aroused me further. I could not wait. I reached down for his penis, feeling the length in my hand, and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly. Hemoaned.

We kissed and then he nuzzled my neck, giving little bites I adored. His hand dropped between my legs, testing myslickness.

He sank a finger deep inside, and I clenched around him, needing more. Opening my legs wide, I pumped my hips upward in nameless need. But he did not acquiesce, only stroked my clit with the edge of his thumb until I panted andbegged.

“Now, please,” I toldhim.

His erection pressed against my lower belly as he lifted me into hisarms.

“No shrinkage,” Imurmured.

Chuckling, he clasped my legs and opened them as I hooked my arms around his neck. I gave a little hop and the rounded tip of his cock prodded my nether lips. It felt thick and hard as before. He pumped his hips once, twice, and I gasped as his shaft slowly enteredme.

“Definitely no shrinkage.” I gasped again as he penetrated deeper, his brow knit in concentration. Then he began to thrust slowly, as if we had all the time in the world, his mouth moving over the bare skin of my throat, dropping kissesthere.

I loved this about Nicolas. He made love with such intense focus anddrive.

He angled his thrusts against my clit, creating a friction that built the tension higher and higher. Nails digging into his muscled shoulders, I threw back my head and released a cry as Iclimaxed.

Only then did he allow himself to thrust harder and faster. With a soft grunt, he shuddered against me, his hot seed flooding my vagina. I clenched around him, wanting to keep him deep inside me, hold onto his warmth, though I knew it could notlast.

Knew my time here could notlast.

Dropping his head to my shoulder, he held me tight. Nicolas nuzzled my neck and whispered into my ear, his words clear even above the roar of thewaterfall.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sienna. I could almost fall in love withyou.”

Eyes wide, he pulled away from me, sliding out of my body. He muttered something about the emotion of the moment, getting lost in the heat of ourlovemaking.

Suddenly the river turned cold and I shivered. Nicolas drew away as if realizing what he’d said. Muttering, he waded out of the water and dug into his backpack, pulling outclothing.

I dressed quickly as well, wanting to get back to the house. We returned, saying little to each other, as if we’d both regretted hiswords.

Love was a bad word. Love meant commitment and commitment meant revealingmyself.

Revealing who I really was, and what I could do to all of them. Love was a lethal, single-edge sword that made peoplebleed.

I had been too long without companionship and the hot bliss of sex, I had let down my guard and drawn closer to thesewolves.

In the heated throes of sex, Nicolas had forgotten my powers and how I could obliterate everything he caredabout.

I only wished I could forget it aswell.